SALUTE THE FALLEN SOLDIER

You probably don't know me... and it's all just the same,
because there are so many, you can't call us all by name.

I come from the "LAND OF THE FREE... AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE,"
My job was to fight for my country, as I had many lives to help save.

I fought for the young and the old... the rich and the poor,
I have fought in hand to hand combat, and from door to door.

I fought for freedom and peace... I fought for justice and races,
I have fought all over the world, in GOD forsaken places.

Where death looms like a vagabond... in well worn boots,
Where ordinary citizens loose their humanity, & forget their roots.

I have fought in swamp infested lands... and on frozen ground,
I have killed enemies & lost comrades, like you buy meat by the pound.

I had seen so many missions... my blood would run cold,
And I'd quietly think to myself... will I live to get old.

From one mission to another... I fought as valiantly as I could,
And I never gave up... because no good soldier ever would.

Then, one fateful day my luck ran out... as I well knew it might,
And God called my number... in the darkness of night.

My remains were discovered, in the dawn of morning light,
When they turned what was left of me over... my God, what a fright.

The shell blew away my ID's... as well as my face,
In fact it blew my body... all over the place.

All that was recovered... was my helmet and boots,
and a flag of the Great US of A... where I laid my roots.

Now whenever military personnel pass, they never fail to salute,
then I give a huge grin from above... like a babe w/ one tooth.

So, the next time you visit a cemetery... just look over your shoulder,
& you may just see a flag bearing headstone... of an Unknown Soldier.

Respectfully Submitted by GGorept2



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Edited 2 times by Gerri Greene May 25 11 10:14 AM.