Are you, please pardon my audacity, I ask <br />a serviceman who keeps the nation safe from foes? <br />I offer you a nip or two, come closer, from my flask, <br />so tell me how it is where war's tornado blows. <br />I hear there were a thousand servicemen who fell, <br />performing simple chores perhaps when tripping just by chance, <br />it's not like we civilians who must pass on into hell <br />exhausted from the labours and the constant song and dance. <br />They say you sacrifice, though falling would seem mild, <br />performing service is a noble thing for man to do, <br />as you can tell, I'm really still a youngster, well, a child <br />but when I'm grown I want to be a serviceman like you.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mind-your-language-2/
