The Stock sat snuggly in the shoulder,
Now here they are a lifetime older.
The greater mass filled Rifle Sights
To squeeze the trigger, felt so right.
Someone said they were the one’s
To fall before the blazing guns,
And so they fell, some Mothers Sons,
Some lives snuffed out and some begun.
Some went home in sleeping bags
Rotten flesh in haversacks,
Some The Low Road, some The High
Not one of them knowing why