Another Name, Rank and Serial Number
By: Fee
Today more teardrops fell on winter ground
While the bugles sang their mournful sound
Laid to rest a young man in a soldier’s grave
A folded Canadian flag for someone to save
In a foreign land so very far from his home
When a bomb went off he died so all alone
Sacrificed and died in valour standing proud
The preacher man tells the heart broke crowd
Cold granite now etched with name and rank
The mother and father minds a painful blank
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust we hear him say
Why is it always the young who have to pay…
Thank you Fee for such a beautiful write. God Bless our Soldiers...God Bless America!
~hugs~
Karen
Love Tinka
Much love. Kathy
Let a miracle be found! I ask you Lord, this we find no answer too, help open our hearts to what we are to know, through your gracious ways of display.
Sweet Fee - I feel your pain, this write came from deep within!
Many prayers go out to their families! and to the soldiers fighting for something they still believe in!
The title alone is intense as these feelings!
Warmed in the Spirit, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
STay Positive!
This is a treasure I will again savor!
Dan
Sanja xo
My Prayers go out to the families, and to each and every soul fighting for our county and our children
Love, Christine
The Nation will never mourn them as the Veterans do.
The young should have the right to say NO to madness.
Georg
A powerful piece of poetry with a timeless message. Your imagery evokes sadness, and my thoughts go out to these soldiers and their families. The title of this poem says so much!
Sheila
Man will still try and unite the whole world, though he has failed so many times..
While the whole world is focussed on wars, they don't see the enemy sneaking up behind them.
Watch the economy mate!
Love Cherrypie
Love ya face Cuz XOXO , Rose
We were lucky.
We are losing about one a week in our community with this war. So sad and so scary.
We can never thank our young men and their families enough.
Very touching write.
--RaeLynn
I for one, am tired of the bullshit.
Walt
Love,
Susan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
~Cody.
Deep write, makes me ache.
Love,
Becca~
I thank God for those who will fight in our stead. That doesn't mean I don't grieve when one of them dies...but that's the price sometimes paid. A cost too difficult to fathom, especially for families that lose a loved one...powerfully penned sadness. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.