Once They Were Soldiers

"Greater love hath no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13

The conversation was lively

and smoke filled the air.

The coffee pots were empty

but no one seemed to care.

Their weathered brows, furrowed

as they struggled hard to hear

the string of combat stories

going strong after all these years.

The tales of guns and roses

 filling hearts with certain yearning

to visit  far off places

and recapture campfires burning.

Paying tribute to the ones who died

long buried but not forgotten

eyes welling up with salty tears

they raise their hands to salute them.

Those gallant, elderly gentlemen

now silver haired and getting older

reminiscing about days gone by

were once American soldiers.

 

 

Author's Note

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago. I added the 4th stanza to commemorate Memorial Day.

Reviews

[Mari' Emeraude]

Oh my! This is one to tuck away in my favorites!! I loved the way you expressed these proud men sharing tales of their military service. I could just see them all sitting around the table, straining to hear each other.

[Dara]

Thank you so much. My father, before he passed away, would make daily trips to a local coffee shop where he and several other WWII vets would gather. I never attended any of these, but I had a clear picture in my mind what it may have looked like.

[Levi Levin]

Great work Dara! I enjoyed the tribute.

[Dara]

Thank you! It is a small gesture for those who have sacrificed so much. Your visit is much appreciated. 😊