My Glorious Son

Take care my son, as you go off with your gun.
Playing soldier and going to war.
For others are watching and waiting for you.
My glorious son of the corps.

Take heed of a older wiser soldier,

who came home with scars and hoorays.
In baptism's of fire, brothers in arms on the anvil of death are made.

This advice my son I pass on to you.
Clean your gun, straight through the bore.
So it fires straight and it it fires true.
My glorious son of the corps

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nicely done, great sentiment....we can only hope they will come home safe...

clean the gun, clear your head, be smart and true of aim and you will be back...safe and sound.

if only we could guarantee that psychologically he would be in one piece also.

very strong write.

[Pryde Foltz]

Take heed of a older wiser soldier,
who came home with scars and hoorays.
In baptism's of fire, brothers in arms on the anvil of death are made.

The undercurrents of this ironic piece give its true strength and message.

[Lyn Anderson]

I like this, and as usual, is a powerful write, and something very meaningful to you on a personal level. I would think baptism's could do without the apostrophe in this case.:)

[Raymond Federle]

...and as usual,.. your right! LOL Thank you my trusty typo spotter. ;P

[Baby Ricochet]

Hoorah!!..............................

[Brittany Zedalis]

Advice via poem, nice. And the music is cool, too.

[Jack...]

Very nicely penned my friend. Very good sound advice for anyone entering into a situation like this. If only each and every one of them would come home unscarred...