Ronald J. Murray

SOLDIER HEAVEN

I’ll drink a toast to you my friend,
Come in and set right down.
Here you can relax your shirt,
And you won’t see a frown.

We don’t care where you come from,
Or the religion that you live.
We know what you’ve done, young man,
And we won’t make you give.

Her you’ll be appreciated
for everything you’ve done.
We know how they feel about you,
But here you’re number one.

We don’t care what color you are,
Or the way you say your vowels.
We know the horror that you’ve lived with,
And here we’re all just pals.

We don’t care how old you are,
From one to ninety seven.
And there are also women,
Here is soldier heaven.