The Dead rose up from the killing field
And reformed in company fronts.
They dutifully stood in silent ranks
And waited for their orders to come.
And thanked them for their service.
The country owed them a debt of gratitude
For the lives they had given were precious.
They had been in this dimension so long
And had not been released to go home.
He promised them their sojourn was over
And they were returning from whence they had come.
Looking out on the assembly
He felt such sadness and pride.
These men had given their all for a cause
That had been slated to die.
Over which they three times advanced.
Their life’s blood had flown freely
But they didn’t really stand a chance.
So goes the story of the foot soldier
In countless battles and wars.
They are called on to attack
Although scared to their soul’s very core.
The speaker took one last glance
At all the heroes of old.
He raised his standard and it glowed
As he watched all the host sudden go.
The curtain could now descend.
They were transfigured to the Other Side
To be with family and friends.
VDutton ~ July, 2013
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