My dad joined the Army when just a young boy.
Taking away most of his childhood joy.
So young he learned to be brave and strong.
Forgetting fear when things went wrong.
Working in the field when the notice came.
He was needed and his country called his name.
He put on a uniform and left that day.
To fight on foreign soils an ocean away.
With rifle on his back, freedom on his mind.
He served well the country he left behind.
Three trips across that mine field he made.
To places where fallen soldiers laid.
Forgetting about fear, he was strong and brave.
As the lives of wounded men he saved.
Dad, I was fully grown before I ever knew,
just why your country gave medals to you.
Your courageous acts, together and yet apart, gave you
the right to wear the Prestigious Purple Heart.