His old eyes hold a story
And a knowledge of world you’ll never have to know
You look at him but you don’t see
The hell that he’s gone through
He doesn’t ask for anything
He’s always pushed aside
The youth with their pop stars and free speech and cool trends
Don’t know that he fought for them
He’s seen things
Heard things
Felt things
You’ll never have to experience
He’s been caught in the heat of battle
And watched his brothers die
He’s been shot at and pushed back and beaten
He was praised as a hero
But only for a time
He is a humble man
With a simple life
And a haunting past
He has paid the price
For your freedom
He doesn’t ask for anything
But when you look him in the eyes
And whisper
“Thank you”
He knows his hell was worth it
He swells with pride and tears