To the Good Major...I Know Where a Good Soldier Sleeps

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To the Good Major

I know where a good Soldier sleeps.
His family at his remembrance still weeps.
His death was shadowed in mystery.
The real story must be told for history.

I know where a good Soldier sleeps.
His family at his remembrance still weeps.
They say by his own hand he took his life.
It is said his heart was broken by his wife.

I know where a good Soldier sleeps.
His family at his remembrance still weeps.
This story has never made sense to me.
The facts I know tell me it could not be.

I know where a good Soldier sleeps.
His family at his remembrance still weeps.
Sometimes at night his soft whisper I hear.
Never at its sound do I know fear.

I know where a good Soldier sleeps.
His family at his remembrance still weeps.
Dark secrets this warrior carried to his grave.
Of failed leadership which made his soul rave.

I know where a good Soldier sleeps.
His family at his remembrance still weeps.
His story and truth I am pledged to uncover.
There are many truths  left to discover.

I know where a good Soldier sleeps
His family at his remembrance still weeps.

The wrong done to him no one will admit.

If none else will help me still I will not quit.

I know where a good Soldier sleeps.
His family at his remembrance still weeps.
Only when justice comes will their tears dry.
His redemption will come from God on High.

I know where a good Soldier sleeps.
His family at his remembrance still weeps.
His death was shadowed in mystery.
The real story must be told for history.