Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall see God. I laughed at my son who once said that he wished God would speak to him, and then became afraid that he would.
Nights are long since you went away,
I dream about you all through the day,
My buddy..my buddy,
No buddy quite so true.
Miss your voice, the touch of your hand,
It makes me know that you understand,
My buddy..my buddy..
Your buddy misses you..
and that was written for the boys in the trenches.
Not for the girl back home...not for mother love and apple pie,
For the boy who was paired with his "buddy" ...hence..Buddy poppy day.