Where the Grey One Sleeps

Tell me where the grey one sleeps
Silently in the snow.
Tell me how he lost his head.
Will anyone ever know?
Did he lose in glorious battle
With his bitter, bitter foe?
Did he fail to dodge the fatal attack,
Was he, sadly, just too slow?

Could he have been a four-star general,
Who’s command was all too brief?
Do you think he died with honor,
Fighting for a belief?
Were there songs and celebrations,
Or was there merely grief?
Did hundreds mourn his death for weeks,
Or was it jubilant relief?

Staring at the frozen bones
Hidden beneath the snow,
I wondered how long it had been.
With patience, I will know.
I gently push away the powder,
So his old uniform will show.
This brave fighter gave it all,
So his young country could grow.