Many have died, many have perished
But this man has yet to fall
Gone for months, time that is cherished
Yet he still answers the call
He is neither the bravest nor the strongest
But for freedom, he fights under the sun
His time spent fighting is not the longest
For at home is where his battles are won
He was given a single gun
Even when old and tired
Never from a battle has he had to run
Never a single shot had to be fired
Though an expert marksman he has proven
And an expert marksman he may be
When that single weapon is given
His ability in battle you will never see
For he is just an average soldier from the Air Force
But to have him in my life, I am glad
Do I love this man? Of course!
For he is none other than my dad
Glaedr the poet
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