Oh Mother, I’m a soldier just like your son
I stand feebly on your doorstep here and now
To tell you a sweet story of my close friend
He has left me forever and, sadly, I saw how.
He had a strong soul, mind and heart
And he was a valiant fighter too
He shot people for his country’s sake
And they were innumerable just not few.
In evenings we sat together and shared
Our stories of youth, friendship and love
Sometimes we laughed, sometimes we wept
Sometimes we thanked the Lord above.
He told me about you a hundred times
The sacrifices and everything that you’ve devotedly done
He is grateful to you and will always be
For him, he was undoubtedly the luckiest son.
In the moment when he was breathing his last
He asked me to convey those words to you.
Thereon, holding my hand and saying “Take care, Brother.”
He weakly smiled and bid me adieu.
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