“I am proud,” says the child,
“of my father for all he has done in life;
the sacrifices he made to keep me safe.
“Though I did not see him for many years,
my mother told me how he fought the wars
to bring the world peace;
so I could be free.
“But what is it to me that I am free
if I have not love?
What is pride without joy?
“He is dead now in this recent battle.
“I did not know him;
how can I be proud of a stranger
or tell those that will ask who my father was?
Will I say that he was a soldier?
“This seems an accurate account
for it seems this title
meant more to him than being human,
much less a father to me.”
