From A Soldier To An Angel

When we go to basic,

We practice with a gun.

The weight that we must carry,

Seems to weigh a ton.

We face another war,

We face another test.

The clock will tick away the time,

The guns will do the rest.

If a stranger out there,

Comes to talk to you.

You never know just who it is,

Angels are there too!

The taps are played again,

Flags lowered everywhere.

Now a soldier's little girl,

Just holds her teddy bear.

I know your dad, this voice told her,

It will be all right.

When she turned her little head,

No one was in sight.

by  Irving E. Rice

©  2006