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MEMORIAL DAY (David Cowan) I suppose there was a time when I thought that war meant honor, That it mattered what you fought for, made a difference if you won, But I guess even my father's war was not the kind in stories, Even though it was the good war, Even though they had some heroes. Even so, the things that mattered weren't so easy when it was done. I went off to my war with a hero's words still ringing, Asking not what I was getting, wanting part of something grand, And I thought that if I worked hard and did everything they asked me to, I could really make a difference, I could save what needed saving, I could prove what needed proving, And then things would be OK. I guess what I remember most was always being dirty, Always feeling homesick and always feeling tired, And there were a couple of friends of mine that taught me about honor In a war that had no heroes, And in places that are nameless, Even though it didn't matter if we lost or if we won. It seems to me as I look back, the best ones didn't make it. What that makes the rest of us, I really couldn't say. But I know that if the tables turned, and it was me they were remembering, I would not wish them sorrow. I would want them to be happy. I would need them to live for me. And if they had to, shed some tears, Just a few on Memorial Day. As sung by David & Deb Cowan on "A Dram for the Singer." @war @soldier filename[ MEMORDAY RG |
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