Say there, American soldier, sir.
Stay there, good mister, and answer a question.
Where do you go, and why do you go,
Dragging your load through the cold, wet, mud?
We thank you for your service, though we don't know the cost.
We thank you for your life, as you keep safe ours.
We give one such as you no true gift in return,
Us, we can give only our gratitude - and pity - and scorn.
We try, we try to salute you, but
O Republicans and Democrats, Liberals and Conservatives:
You claim to possess a love for our nation, but
What on earth have you given, and expended, and released
That a soldier, your tool, has not already given to you?
Just thought I'd throw a little gratitude for my country's soldiers into this puzzle.