He was a polite General 

In a dirty fight

Won’t ask too many questions

Making sure his men were alright

He would stop into the local shop

But keep all conversations brief

Man of few words

Nothing left to waste

Keeping his work straight in time

He would handle even a bumpy road

Or the occasional attack

With no weight but his country 

On his back

He would nod his head and thank

His fellow men

For the life they lead

With an extention of his hand

He was a man nondiscript

Defined by action

Rather than inaction