Pretense of Memory

A raw and brief poem to all those that serve or have served in the armed forces.

No barbecue greeted them there

Foreign soil of blood and tears

Boots shiny, pack full of gear

Not alone, drafted or volunteered

Guns, grenades, and other tools

To kill an enemy written on a page

Holidays away fighting a cause

Not knowing what danger would end it all

This is not something of happy memory

This is a graveyard waiting to be filled

Service and honor not bullet proof

A foreign land too often the last stop

For brave men and women in shock

Horrors of war, atrocities by orders

Bringing death to delay ones own

Be not happy of those that have passed

By bayonet, bullet, shrapnel, or else

Somber the tone of a day like today

Remember those willing to sacrifice

Weep and pay homage to those that did

Shake a hand, give a hug to those survived

Lost those close from chaos created

Be they wife, husband, brother, or sister

Or even father, mother, son, or daughter

Show honor to memory of those that served

And be close to those to yet answer the call

Some will live, some may fall

But all deserve respect and honor to all

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I liked this presentation...
of course...a dedication...
to the men and women in uniform...
I was glad to have served...
and would do again..
also happy for those that got honored...
by the President...the 24 Medal of Honor...
even if it came late...