A TRIBUTE
TO THE GREAT
MAYBE IT WAS
HARBOR’S WATERY GRAVE
THAT AWAKENED THE NEED TO
TELL THE STORY OF THE BRAVE
JUMPING FROM PLANES AND
SHIPS INTO THE NIGHT
WITH SOME NEVER TOUCHING
DOWN AS A BULLET CLOSED
THE GAP BETWEEN LIFE AND FRIGHT
WHY DID THEY LEAVE AND
JOIN UP SO QUICK
WHAT WAS THEIR REASON FOR
WANTING TO GIVE A LICK
TO THOSE WHO THREATENED
THE RAREST OF RIGHTS
WHEN EVIL TRIED TO TAKE AWAY
FREEDOM WITH
DARKNESS VOID OF ANY LIGHT
FARM BOYS, CITY BOYS,
SONS, SOME DADS A LITTLE YOUNG
KNEW THEIR BATTLES HAD
ONLY BEGUN
IN MOUNTAINS, DESERTS,
JUNGLES, AND BUSH
BLOOD FLOWED ACROSS GOD’S
EARTH LIKE A ROYAL FLUSH
FOR THOSE WHO MADE THE
WEAPONS, PLANES, AND SHIPS
BACK HOME
WORKED TIRELESSLY AT THE
PLANTS AT DAY SPENDING
NIGHTS ON THEIR KNEES ALL
ALONE
WITH A STAR IN THE WINDOW
AND A CANDLE
BARELY AGLOW
HOPING THE TELEGRAM WOULD
NOT ARRIVE WITH THE
MESSAGE THEY DIDN’T WANT
TO KNOW
IT WAS A COSTLY VICTORY
FROM ’41 TO THE END
DEMANDING A BIG BOMB TO
SAVE MANY A FRIEND
TO COME HOME TO BEGIN A
NEW LIFE OF SWEAT AND TOIL
GROWN MEN AND WOMEN
BATTLE-HARDENED STILL
READY TO DEFEND THE SOIL
MAY THIS BUILDING BE A
MEMORIAL ALIVE WITH
THE SPIRIT OF WWII
HELD TOGETHER BY THE
MUSCLES AND BONES FROM
THOSE WHO DIDN’T MAKE IT
THROUGH
TO CLAIM THEIR BRIDES, TO
SEE A BABY NOW THREE OR FOUR
NEVER AGAIN WOULD EVIL BE
ALLOWED TO SHUT
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THEY NEVER ASKED FOR
ANYTHING, NOT EVEN A MEDAL
THEY PUT AWAY THEIR BOOTS,
DOG TAGS, AND
NIGHTMARES HOPING TO
SETTLE
IN A LAND BLESSED WITH
TO START ANEW
IT’S TIME FOR RESPECT AND
HONOR FOR THOSE WHO REALLY KNEW
THAT DEATH IS THE END OF
LIFE WHEN TAKEN IN A FLASH
THAT THE MEANING OF LIVING
IS THE SPACE ON
THE
FROM THE PLAINS TO THE
SEAS SURROUNDED BY
SPACIOUS SKIES
ONLY THE MASTER REALLY
KNOWS WHERE EVERY BODY
QUIETLY LIES
WE PAUSE TO SAY AMEN,
SALUTE ‘OL GLORY, AND THANK THE GREAT WITH A TRIBUTE THAT SEEMS SO SMALL
TO THOSE WHO SERVED
WITHOUT HESITATION TO STEP UP
AND ANSWER THE CALL
WE ASK GOD’S BLESSINGS ON
ALL THAT WE DO
TO HONOR THOSE SO FEW OF
US REALLY KNEW
EVEN THOUGH THE YEARS ARE
SIXTY AND MORE
IT’S NEVER TOO LATE
TO LIFT OUR GLASSES, SAY A
PRAYER, AND PAY
TRIBUTE TO THE GREAT
AND AS THE BUGLAR SOUNDS
TAPS ON HIS HORN FOR
THOUSANDS EACH DAY
WE PAUSE TO SAY THANK
YOU…THEY WERE
WARRIORS
WHO TRULY PAVED THE WAY.
CARL E.
SWEARINGEN
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