Through smoky dawn, a soldier stands, in Israel’s land. Courage demands, he treads on ashes, October’s ashes, the fallen’s remains. With each step, he tastes their pain. October seventh, a day of Terror. Burned bodies, a somber sight. He fights through the barricades and fire. A cigarette’s glow in dim light. Ashes on his tongue, He tastes them. Scorched bodies. He finds Thai workers, hidden away, Fearful of being taken, Or killed in friendly fire. Determined to win, he marches on. Through pain and sorrow, he stands tall. An Israeli soldier answered the call. October’s ashes, Silent cries, He rises, unwavering. October’s ashes, he treads with care. A soldier’s journey, a story to share. |
Soldiering On
More empty chairs than not We’ll sit at the table alone But how can we bemoan our fate When our