By Emma Agogo
At times very far away from home.
We go with little or no food some times.
Our fate hangs in balance.
Everyday is irony, every night is dreamless. As our freedom is imprisoned in the course.
We are bound by order we ought to obey. We sold our right for the service of the nation.
We bid our families goodbye on mission of uncertainty. Our wives and children remain sleepless till we return.
If we fail to come, they take their fate.
We are still rebuked by any slightest mistake we made.
We deserve more than what is given.
No money is equal to the sacrifice we make.
Let’s appreciate our soldiers today, love them and encourage them. They need your prayer to do more.