Memorial Day

[Von Bock]

O.T. A Memorial Day Poem

I wrote this and I am sorry it's weak but I have never written a poem before, but it was in my head this morning so I wrote it down. Thanks to all the vets for their valor. Brock

They were young and brave all those men who went before.

Out of the trenches and down the ramps and into deaths big door.

Some were asked and some were called and some went on their own.

To battlefields across the world and miles from their homes.

They carried a flag, or an idea that made them stand alone.

These brave young men at deaths door miles from their homes.

They did a job as no one can, and gave all they had.

From Gettysburg to World War two, Iraq and Afgan.

Their job is done, they gave their lives, these young men standing at deaths door.

And it's up to you and up to me to see it happens no more.

These men are gone and time moves on from battlefields far away.

But take some time to remember them all on this Memorial day.

Written by Brock Hopkins III
Thanks to all who went before all vets from everywhere.

 

[Scotty]

That's a beautiful sentiment Brock, and I know there are other servicemen on the site who would appreciate your words as well as those veterans we honour on our own special days.
God Bless.
Scotty.

 

[Dan Morton]

Brock - Thanks very much for putting into words what was on my mind as well.

God bless 'em all!

all the best,
Dan

 

[Jason W.]

Well done, Brock!

 

[Anders Heintz]

Beautiful Brock!

I think that was a very, very nice and honest poem. Great of you to share it, I think you should take up more poem writing, you definately have the talent for it.

 

[Von Bock]

My thanks to all of you. I really wanted to share it with friends and i have found a GREAT many here. Regards Brock

 

[Grizzly]

Really nice Brock!

 

[Grizzly]

Really nice Brock!

 

[garyjd]

Thanks Brock, Here's another one that hits home.


For Uncle John, who passed away this year.
27th Infantry Division
Saipan and Okinawa

JUST A COMMON SOLDIER
(A Soldier Died Today)
by A. Lawrence Vaincourt


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, every one.


And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.


He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though 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 their whole 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
A guy who breaks his promises 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?


A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes 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's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country 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 want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer 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 a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.
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[Jim Patrick]

Thanks Brock

Jim Patrick

 

[Von Bock]

Gary I like that very much. Thank you all. Brock