Frank was gone, and I still couldn't understand why he had to go,
to a strange country, and maybe die fighting this strange foe.
His National Guard unit had been called up to serve again.
To chase down our enemies and defend others against the Taliban.
He gave up so much, a wife and family, to protect a country,
whose leaders want to comfort with actions that are chummy.
But then who am I to try and change what destiny brings.
The plans were laid out long before the time of Kings.
©2010 Hubert Crowell