Died A Hero

I'm sorry to tell you that he died,
That he wasn't able to win his fight.
But I must tell you what he said,
Just before he died late that night.
His friend was down and hurt real bad,
Nobody could get help into him there.
This made your son really very mad,
And suddenly, very much aware,
He grabbed his gun and began to run,
Straight through enemy fire he did go,
Undaunted, and brave, he was the only one.
He wanted his friend to always know,
He would never leave him behind.
He picked him up and carried him through.
But just before they were safe behind the line,
A bullet flew and in his heart rang true.
Your son died a hero,
Yes, he did,
That truth can't be changed or hid.

Country, folk,storytelling, sad, proud, male