Sonnet (Cadence) of the American Soldier (aka "Heaven's Path Through Hell")    Storms will surely come; storms pray tell will go, Maybe most or some, those of faith this show: 'Tis but God who knows, who departs with them, Chosen and unchose, brave the battle hymn. Learned well while we marched, oh the trails we trekked, 'Neath the sun 'till parched, countless miles unchecked, Earned well midst the fight, fast we held the line. Beat the foes to flight, victors fierce and fine! Every step we take, moves us e'er forward, And the charge we make, "Death, but ne'er coward!" Soldiers march on strong, Soldiers march on loud! Ne'er the fight too long, we will make you proud! O'er the hill and dell, o'er the muck and mire! Heaven's path through Hell, means we brave the fire! Copyright 2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.