Some of our soldiers are coming back wounded. They struggle to gain their lives back when they come back wounded and permanently disabled. I was so moved with their story.
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That's very great of you to write this. I myself am trying to write one for the Soilders, but still trying. The only off-lines I found were "Disfigured and mauled, Their life will never again be a ball, Forever they’ll crawl". Seemed more like Rap lyrics. You'll do me kind if you only edit those lines, and change the rhymes perhaps. But anyways, I'm giving a 100. Keep writing.
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stept,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
'Sweet my child, I live for thee.'
That's very great of you to write this. I myself am trying to write one for the Soilders, but still trying. The only off-lines I found were "Disfigured and mauled, Their life will never again be a ball, Forever they’ll crawl". Seemed more like Rap lyrics. You'll do me kind if you only edit those lines, and change the rhymes perhaps. But anyways, I'm giving a 100. Keep writing.
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stept,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
'Sweet my child, I live for thee.'
"Forever those broken
Soldiers will be our heroes
For they truly gave us all"
~Marie-this is indeed a moving tribute-and
it really reminds us of those who give up
everything for us to be able to express
-Freely-the way we are able to on WC-
and everywhere else in the States~
Again Marie~A wonderful dedication to
the "Wounded-Brave-Heroic Soldiers"~
A powerful and true poem. Some men are lucky. Don't allow war to effect them. I was born in Detroit. War didn't bother me. Then I had to go to good friends funeral. The bond of Soldiers is a tight one. A lost brother break the heart and make even the hardest of Soldiers learn the cost of war. When they have no words for the reasons of a father death for children in far away war. I went to the Fort Hood Vietnam Veterans gathering in 1996. 5,000 Vietnam Vets of all races bonded by death and pain. It was a good day for some. Rare peace was found for most. A strong poem. Thank you.
Coyote