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I was down at the  legion
Knocking back one or two
When in walked an old member
Who fought in World War Two

I got in line behind him
And when he ordered  his brew
I made a signal to the barkeep
I paid for his  too

He turned and said  thank you
I'm on a pension as a vet
1100 dollars monthly
Is all the cash I get

I said to him "no, thank you"
I'm happy to buy your beer
I owe a lot to you
I owe you all that I hold dear

He said to me "t'was nothing"
"you would do the same"
"And I'd do it again"
"If the call ever came"

He looked round the room
And he sipped at his beer
Then he leaned in real close
So just I could hear

"Son, I'll be honest"
"And I don't make no bones'
"The kids of today"
"They just ain't got the stones"

"The stones to step forward"
"To get up and fight"
"To defend flag and country"
"To do what is right"

I said, in most cases
He'd hit the nail on the head
It's a battle at worst
To get a kid out of bed

The times are a'changing
It was different back then
It took a lot less
To turn boys into men

"A soldier's a cowboy
He's one for the books
There's not many in here
I can tell with one look"

"I just did my duty
No less and no more
War isn't a game
Where someone keeps score"

He sat back and his eyes closed
Said "the next one's on me"
"I don't drink that  much
But, at most I have three"

I accepted his offer
And we talked a bit more
We talked baseball, and race cars
But not of the war

That was the past
And the past is long dead
Except for the pictures
He has in his head

I went up to the bar
And I set up an account
I would cover his tab
To a certain amount

What he did for our country
And what he did for me
Is worth a couple of beer
Or at least, each day....three
Brianne Rose Nov 2015
To those out there fighting for us now,
To those out there who've fought for us,
To those out there who have died for us,
To those out there who have cared for us,
I thank you,
as I'm sure we all do.
Don't believe that you're unloved,
Under appreciated.
You're not.
Not now, not ever.
Keep marching on and know that when you march,
We march with you.
A late Veterans day Poem dedicated to our fellow brothers, sons, husbands, wives, and sisters out there who can't be here with us now, and to those who have fought for us. Thank You
Brianne Rose Nov 2015
Somewhere, far away,
sits a city on water,
it's flamboyant streets empty if it's usual bustling Passengers and Tourists,
The houses broken and decrepit,
look almost eerily like peoples faces frozen in horror,
eternally ****** to remain empty.

In the center of this town lays another place,
a place claimed to be a city of it's own,
the stone towers and shapes make up most of the city's structures and buildings,
The grassy pathways make the city seemingly innocent,
young,
unharming,
On one such stone shape however,
lays a hand print dragging itself downward with a single inscription upon its front.
"Whatever You Do, Don't Blink"
a rewrite of a short story i did a while back, if i ever find the original i'll post it on here
  Nov 2015 Brianne Rose
Maha Salman
I bore the bruises and screams
and shattered inside
believing that it was my fault
for being battered to resemble a bruised peach,
berated to resemble an infected wound.
I tried to shield my frightened heart
from his prey like stature
and sadistic mind;
but he was clever,
he didn't let his barbaric hatred get in the way
instead
he repeated the broken promise of love
and abused my battered body
until I could not take the pain
and crumbled into a small bird
with no wings.
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