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There is a Man

There is a man whose story I know
The same but different as long ago
One who in his youth walked as tall.
Ready, willing and able to give his all.

In the Army they gave him a gun
When the shooting wasn’t for fun
Served at home and over the sea
There so that others could be free.

He stood guard at the Berlin Wall
Norway and Aden his feet did fall
Winter warfare trained in Norway
Seen the Aura Borealis full display.

Aden is a land burnt by sun glare
Bombs and bullets filling the air
Driving mobile patrols was hard
For thrown grenades be on guard

On a mountain one night in June
Under the cold light of full moon
Flash, crash and rattle like thunder
The life he loved was torn asunder

No longer was he one of the best
The fighting must leave to the rest
The life he loved must leave behind
In time deaf and soon to be blind

There’s a man whose story I know
The same but different as long ago
For as long as to life he is the host
I know will never give up the ghost.