Charles E. Preston and Richard D. Preston

NOW PLAYING…

We are the players,
the world is our stage;
all roles are important
and played every day

Fallen heroes of war
have finished their parts
Act one now over
Act two did not start

What applause they receive
as the final curtain falls;
Their credits now posted
On a Memorial wall

Every moment of the day,
a new play begins.
This great world stage
travels with the wind

We travel precariously
upon the painted wagons of war
our destination, our stage
is never quite sure

But one thing remains
in this theater of pain
when the director yells cut
the world is blood stained

No Oscars, no Emmys,
No Golden Globes to be won;
Just rows and rows of white crosses
For America’s lost Sons