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The Field is Drawn

A young mans eye is cast upon an army dresses in green

All their tools and training can only mean one thing

They're readying for the battle that they are told they'll have to fight

For today the filed is drawn they'll have to show their might

The young mans eyes are blinded that he'll have to give his life

He can only see the hero coming home from far away fights

He doesn't see the blackness or the darkness of the night

He hasn't been to battle he doesn't know the fright

Of waiting for the morning to count his stone-cold friends

And hope he's not among them as it seems to be the trend

For my son, Jeff

by Marty Halbritter