The Shirt

The soldier wore a shirt of bravery It was stained with his blood And the blood of his enemies It was wet with the sweat of battle Also tears for his fallen comrades So it was cool in the hot days He wondered if he would die in this shirt Or if someday he could take it home A momento to show to his family The soldier knew it was magic Blessed by God and helping him stay alive He could tell by the bullet hole inches from his heart