Rafterman
Poems
The protected will never know just how
sweet the taste of freedom really is.
A Soldier Died Today
He was getting old and paunchy;
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
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 'though 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,
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
Author Unknown
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"Patriotism Must Be Passed From One Generation to the Next"
From the First call to arms eons ago on a distant Battlefield,Men have defended their families and way of life from a common enemy,and from that day forward,it has identified the term Patriotism and Veteran.
The Bonds and alliances that were formed during their time of struggle carries throughout a lifetime and sometimes from generation to generation,No matter which battlefield or what decade. It doesn't matter which war a veteran served,his reasons are essentially the same...
"My Country Called, I Responded"
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"Love Them Always"
If You are able,save a placinside of you and
save a backward glancewhen you
are leaving for places they can no longer go
Be not ashamed to say that you loved them
though you may or may not always
Take what they have left and what they have
taught you with their dying and
keep it with your own,and in that time
when men feel safe to call war
Insane
Take one moment to embrace
those you left behind
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War is not big or little
hot or cold
Limited or totalWar is death, it is life
Ask the man on the battlefield
War is absulute
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A Soldier.....
I was that which others did not want to be
I went where others feared to go.
and did what others failed to do.
I asked nothing from those who gave nothing
and reluctantly accepted the thought of
eternal loneliness....
should I fail.
I have seen the face of terror,
felt the stinging cold of fear
and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moments love.
I have cried, pained, and hoped.....
but most of all.
at least someday,
I'll be able to say that I was
proud of what I was.......
A SOLDIER .
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The Shells and bullets are gone
We shall perish before the dawn
Remorsefull of failure to fullfill the order
To Protect our country at its borders
My body shall not decay in the field
unless we are avenged
I will be born 7 times more
to take up arms once again
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