A Brave
Stand
I learned to shoot when
I was eight,
Providing food to fill
each plate.
I’d roam the forest
covered hills.
To hunt and fish would
give me thrills.
When I was only
twenty-one
I joined the army with
my gun.
My friend who was most
brother-like
Was killed before my
very eyes.
And only some short
days had passed,
It grieved my heart,
but alas
My own dear brother
died in France.
I knew I didn’t live
by chance.
With firm resolve I
fought and stood
For folks back home,
the right and good,
Enduring war and
bitter strife
In hopes we’d win a
better life.
I went back home with
purple heart,
So glad to have a
chance to startA family of a wife and girls.
To me they meant the whole great world.
In the steel mill I
worked hard for
What I fought hard for
in the war, For those I love, my lovely wife
For right and good, and
better life.
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