This page is to honor all the Soldiers with poems that have been sent to us.
Unfortunatley, we do not know who the Authors of these poems are.
If any of these poems are copyright, we apologize.
We would like to give the rightful Authors proper credit.
Thank you
On foreign soil, you found yourself planted
To fight for those whose freedom you granted.
Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost
But you carried onward, no matter the cost.
Many horrors you had endured and seen.
Many faces had haunted your dreams.
You cheered as your enemies littered the ground;
You cried as your brothers fell all around.
When it was over, you all came back home,
Some were left with memories to face all alone;
Some found themselves in the company of friends
As their crosses cast shadows across the land.
Those who survived were forever scarred
Emotionally, physically, permanently marred.
Those who did not now sleep eternally
‘Neath the ground they had given their lives to keep free.
With a hand upon my heart, I feel
The pride and respect; my reverence is revealed
In the tears that now stream down my upturned face
As our flag waves above you, in her glory and grace.
Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave
Pain and death was the price that you ultimately paid.
Every day, I give my utmost admiration
To those who had fought to defend our nation.
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I watched a father try to hold back his tears,
his son had lived only a scant 19 years.
His son had died nine thousand miles away,
and what was there left for a father to say?
He got down on his knees and said a prayer,
his brave son knows his father did care.
I stood and watched as a little girl cried.
She didn't understand why her brother had passed on;
why he never again played with her on the lawn.
Looking at the little girl's tears I knew,
that her big brother died
fighting for you and me.
Of a war that he had fought in
and the deeds that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies;
they were heroes, everyone.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors,
his tales became a joke,
all his buddies listened,
for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
for ol' Bob has passed away,
and the world's a little poorer,
for a soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
quietly going on his way;
and the world won't note his passing;
'tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
their bodies lie in state.
While thousands note their passing,
and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories,
from the time that they were young,
but the passing of a soldier,
goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution,
to the welfare of our land,
some jerk who breaks his promise,
and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow,
who in times of war and strife,
goes off to serve his Country
and offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
and the style in which he lives,
are sometimes disproportionate,
to the service he gives.
While the ordinary soldier,
who offered up his all,
is paid off with a medal
and perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them,
for it is so long ago,
that our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's,
went to battle, but we know.
It was not the politicians,
with their compromise and ploys,
who won for us the freedom,
that our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
with your enemies at hand,
would you really want some cop-out,
with his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier,
who has sworn to defend,
his home, his kin, and Country,
and would fight until the end?
He was just a common Soldier
and his ranks are growing thin.
But his presence should remind us,
we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict,
then we find the Soldier's part,
is to clean up all the troubles,
that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor,
while he's here to hear the praise,
then at least let's give him homage,
at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline,
in the paper that might say:
From Mountain Highs to Valley Lows From Jungle Drops to Desert Patrols
Our Sinewy Sons Were Sent Over Seas
Far From Their Families And Far From Their Dreams
They Never Wrote Letters Of Hardships Despair
Only Of Love, Yearning That One Day Soon:
They Would Come Home, They Would Resume And Carry On With The Rest of Their Lives
The P.O.W.¹S Stood Steadfast
Against the Indignities And Cruelties Of War
They Could Not Have Lasted as Long as They Did
If They Had Relinquished Their Hope That Some Day:
They Would Come Home, They Would Resume And Carry On the Rest Of Their Lives
Medics, Nurses, and Chaplains Alike
Did What They Needed To Bring Back Life
They Served Our Forces From Day Into Night
Not Questioning If They Would Survive:
They Mended Bones And Bodies Too, They Soothed the Spirits of Dying Souls
And for Those M.I.A¹S, Who Were Left Behind
We Echo This Message Across the Seas
We Will search For as Long As It Takes
You¹re Not Forgotten And Will Always Be:
In Our Hearts, In Our Prayers, In Our Minds For All Time
A Moment of Silence, a Moment of Summons
Is Their Deliverance of Body And Soul
To a Sacred Place That We All Know
Deep In the Shrines of Our Soul:
In Our Hearts, In Our Prayers In Our Minds For All Time
INTERLUDE: GOLD STAR MOTHERS GRIEVE: ENDLESSLY, ENDLESSLY, ENDLESSLY.......
These Immortalized Soldiers Whose Bravery Abounds
They¹re Our Husbands, Fathers, and Sons
They Enlisted For the Duty at Hand
To Serve the Cause of Country and Land:
They Had Honor, They Had Valor, They Found Glory That Change Them Forever
Men Standing Tall and Proud They be
A Country Behind Them in a Solemn Sea
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly
Unfurled in Their Majesty High:
In the Sun, In the Rain In the Winds Across This Land
Years of Tears Has Brought Us Here
Gathering Around to Hear This Sound
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly
Unfurled in Their Majesty High:
In the Sun, In the Rain, In the Winds Across This Land
REPEAT:
In the Sun, In the Rain, In the Winds For All Time
