A Soldier died today.

Larry L.

Lifetime Supporter
'Kinda tough to get thru...innit.

I've yet to make it all the way thru that poem w/o having 'vision issues'...
 
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Howard Jones

Supporter
37 years ago two of my good friends and fellow Coast Guardsmen and another fellow crewman were killed in a training exercise in the surf at the mount of the Columba river. Not many days go by that I don't remember another buddy of mine calling me to let me know what had happened.

I live my life for them each day. I hope just a bit better, because I always remember that they never got a chance to. Both were in their teens at the time.

Greg Morris
Al Erickson

November 15th 1977

God Bless them and God Bless America
 

Larry L.

Lifetime Supporter
'Tried to post the entire WRITTEN text of the poem...but, somehow it went to hell in a hand basket... :veryangry:
 

Larry L.

Lifetime Supporter
I hope this works (Edit: I'll be darned - it DID):


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 once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbours
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For old 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,
Going quietly 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,
Someone 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 often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It is 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--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who 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,
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,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."


...Amen...
 
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