The face, mind, and body of a boy
soon was shaped into a man.
As a soldier, sailor, trooper, or grunt,
you became the epitome of manhood and honor.
As a patron of this country, from which we all took,
you personally became a donor.

A Soldier’s Love


The price you paid,
you paid for me,
and the rest of this country
so that we might remain free.

The love you shared,
was great indeed;
it was only by grace,
that you returned to us with God speed.

The freedom we own,
is because of men like you,
who did self-sacrifice
in many war times old and new.

The face, mind, and body of a boy
soon was shaped into a man.
Although some made a greater sacrifice than others;
a life, an eye, an arm, leg, or hand.

No matter what your age, height, or name,
you sacrificed for me and many others;
just a face without shame,
not even a sister or a brother.

Though conditions were hard,
and your job was seldom done,
mine and my children will never forget,
the job and sacrifice you devotedly did,
despite all costs, for all of us, every one.

As a soldier, sailor, trooper, or grunt,
you became the epitome of manhood and honor.
As a patron of this country, from which we all took,
you personally became a donor.

You selflessly set your own life aside,
to assure safety and freedom for all;
you didn’t think to hide away,
when you heard the voice of duty give a call.

Though many others would have turn and run,
and many fathers and mothers lost physically or mentally, a daughter or a son,
you stayed steady and strong, and did your job,
without faltering, stifling your own sorrows and sobs, not altering.

Yes, others might have turned away, or ran,
but you stood fast and steady, tall and ready,
to protect and fight, and die if necessary.
You see otherwise you wouldn’t now be, one of our most beloved,
a veteran, war’s retiree, in the land of the free.

God bless you now and always,
if you’re old, handicapped, young, or frail;
the results are done to some of you, those of which we can’t repay.
But you will get a great reward someday,
if not here on earth, in a much greater way.

Thank you once again for your courage and sacrifice.
Thank you one and all, for our freedom at such a price.
Thank you to your families, who sacrificed as well.
Thank you once again my brother, for enduring your own living hell.

You will not ever be forgotten, although perhaps not memorialized or eulogized;
should one ever forget the freedoms that we share because of those like you,
we should but look at our borders, always open and free,
where though they are free to complain, many others seem to inside these borders freely flee; this remains a witness of you, and for me.