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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