A BURDEN OF COMMAND

Dear Mrs.Smith....or Jones....What was his name?
Too many letters I've had to write
until it seems they're all the same.
Oh Yeah! Mrs. Tandy, yeah that's right.

Another kid in my command,
Another name on that dread roll,
Another's blood staining the sand,
Another number added to the toll.

"he was a bright courageous man,
a friend to all who, chance, knew him
He dis and gave all a man can...."
I dare not describe his death, too grim.

God I'm tired in both body and mind
yet duty requires this much at least...
"He was unafraid of being kind.
I'm glad to count him as a friend...."

I dry my eyes from too much...dust.
i sigh and put pencil aside.
what words could this mere mortal write?
I'm not really a man of words
hell, I'm a carpenter back in the world.

"I share your sorrow for your loss......"
Nobody said it'd be this hard
I Hate This Job.