Poems by Veterans
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A Mother’s Heart
I’ve thought of you so much today
Your sunny smile, your happy way,
Of chasing gloom out of my heart.
You always seem to understand.
And when war came to threaten this land
You flew away to do your part.
I’ve missed you so…God only knows
The long hours thru the day and night.
I’ve prayed thru tears…for vision right.
To see why one so young and good must die.
You really have not gone away
For you are near me every day
I talk to you – and once again – your smile – your voice
And your smooth young hand
Guide me thru – toward the other land
And someday soon we shall be again
Strolling together hand in hand.
Where no war can mar our happiness
And Peace on earth shall forever stand
For these precious things you gave your life
Freedom – Justice – The right to worship God.
I only pray that we who live – shall keep the faith
And with torch held high.
Pledge that the flame of freedom
And righteousness shall never die.
By Annie Dicks, Mother of 1st Lt. Louis A. Dicks, Jr. Killed in Action Aug 10, 1944
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, there lived a man.
One of the bravest soldiers sent to Vietnam.
He wore his uniform proudly, with shiny black boots.
His most memorable saying, ”Put me to use!”
If you looked into his eyes,
You would see no fear.
He would have told you so much,
If only he was here.
His name is not written in history books,
But he was always willing to do whatever it took.
He was honored the purple heart,
For the sacrifice he made.
And the memories of him will never fade.
Like posing for cameras doing the “peace” sign,
With one of the brightest smiles you could ever find.
And dancing closely with his girl named Sue,
One of the fondest things he liked to do.
And they say if you looked in the mirror closely,
There you would find,
That you looked just like that man
Once upon a time…
A Hero’s Hero
So Many Soldiers
Living on the Street
Their Spirits Broken
What Must They Think
When They Look Around
Eyes Passing By
Staring at the Ground
Does Anger Fill Them
When We Turn Away,
From the Debts We Owe
That Should Be Repaid ?
What If A That Moment,
Just Once, Instead
We Saluted in Honor,
Right Hand to Head?
To Let Them Know
They are Not Ghosts,
Thanking Them for Being Braver Than Most
If Everyone Would
Show Them Grace
We Just Might Find
Their Pain Erased.
For All the Heroes,
Still Fighting To Live
And For Heroes Like You
Who Continue to Give.
If You See Someone
Who Is Really Lost
Please Stop and Remember
What Our Freedoms Cost.
The Final Inspection
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
‘Step forward now, Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
“ No Lord, I guess I ain’t.
Because those of us who carry guns
Can’t always be a saint. “
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear..
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
It needn’t be grand.
I never expected too much ,
But if you don’t I understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,\
For the judgment of his God.
“ Step forward now, you Soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heave’s streets,
You’ve done your time in Hell.”
The Wailing Wall
No hallowed hall
Names like blood, smeared on the wall.
Make fools of the fallen.
You mock us all.
A “Shrine to Shame” – we took the fall
Ask no questions, answer the call,
Serve your country,
We’ll cover you all,
And honor your sacrifice should you fall,
And heal your wounds, your pain we’ll lull.
Batan, Bastogne, Normandy Beach.
No shame or dishonor for your mind to reach,
With clear conscience of this to teach…
Teachings of Christ – as Judas will preach.
101st Airborne Screaming Eagle
The Soldier Lay Sleeping
The Soldier lay sleeping, silent and alone,
Curled up on the floor – in his one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier
Was this the Hero – of whom I had just read?
Curled up on a poncho – the floor for a bed.
I realized the families – that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers – who were willing to fight.
Soon ‘round the world – children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate - a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of these soldiers – like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder – how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
This heart-wrenching thought – brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees – and began to cry.
The soldier awakened - and I heard a rough voice,
“ Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice.
The Last Casualty of War is Innocence
I felt the sun shining on my face
And I opened my eyes to see
That I was no longer in the pits of hell
But at last home free.
I got up to walk and felt a pain
Streaming down my right leg
And in my mind flashed the picture
Of which now my strengths are fed.
I left behind a part of me
Which I cannot regain,
But I look forward to the future with anxiety
And what I have to gain.
My world has been restructured
And I must adapt –
I will fight this war with courage
Until victory is in my grasp.
I felt the sun shining on my face
It was day – no longer night.
I left behind a part of me,
But,……I still have life.
“Good morning Vietnam!”
I see the heavens opening
My eyes couldn’t believe the sight
In the early morning hours,
It erupted so bright.
The skies were as if they were painted
With God’s might stroke,
And I was caught up in its colors
A spell that could not be broke.
It captured my mind and touched my heart
For my eyes to see
A place only dreamed of
Fully exposed to me.
My Walk to the Wall
My heart is heavy, my emotions high,
Promise myself not to, but know I will cry,
Time stands still as I face the wall,
Bracing myself for an emotional fall,
Valiant men and women who fought for a cause,
Many who answer the ultimate call,
Bearing their souls on a black granite wall.
Knowing I had two names I would find among the thousands as I scan the lines
Aunts, uncles, husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends and lovers,
Relived by memories of thousands of others,
As I walked away, my head held high, my heart filled with pride,
Such a magnificent tribute for those who died.
Touching the names so dearly loved,
Showed no shame,
Names became faces,
No question to loss or gain,
When all is said and my life comes to an end
We will unite and be forever friends.
By RJH US Army, 1969
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