Two Strangers Who Shared a Country

Their lives quiet deferent two fields a battle field the other a harvest field the solder a warrior he
Worked with steel a rifle and a bayonet his eyes were keen and sharp constantly searching for danger.
The farmer had a keen eye too he looked upon the land knew its power and its drawbacks one walked
Across a field with purpose and intent the other tenderness and kindness was what he surveyed the
The land sprawled out in front of him it is a living breathing dream with man made implements you enter this life giving stream hard working hands creates a disturbence but one of love born in and of the land rich and bountiful returns are found. Darkness was cold and calculated for the soldier but the
Same darkness held a song for the farmer a bird singing to the first shafts of morning light and what
Beauty was found when in the far distant country side a farmer neighbor fired up his tractor the cap on
The exhaust stack clangs as the engine is roared and then reduced this crosses the field with a call to
Duty and it also carries a haunting pleasure that only the farmer hears and knows. The soldier gets a
different song shells whistle over head the ground shakes distant small arms fire pierce the night the
Shout of men engaged in mortal combat fear combined with excitement and best the heart grows strong
And coarse as a lion’s mane the foe will be met and defeated your brothers in arms and a nation back
Home are counting on you that puts steal in your spine if the it comes to the sacrifice of your own life it
Means you have extended your very ideals and hopes back through small towns and big cities for all whom
Love freedom. The harvest field tries your metal in a different way it still goes back to the basics
Pestilence drought the yield is won by tempering the land it will not work if it is worn out modern
Technology and skills carried forth from years of knowledge win the day. But a battle must be waged
Here the cost will be financial hard times and worry can you continue that is a moot point your in it as a
Way of life not for monetary gain. The soldier works with various mechanized equipment or as an
Infantry man you walk the end is always the same defeat and drive the enemy from any and all
Strongholds leave him disorganized and demoralized to the point he is not a threat. A farmer too works
With equipment both make plenty of noise but one is made to destroy while the other is made to create
Abundance of food for all who are hungry There is a duality that effects both it is going on in our
Country we know the true God but our hands and minds are feeble when it comes to serving him we
Take his bounty and blessing then serve our selves to the most part. Then a people comes to our shores
Bound by a false god who is said to desire blood of innocent people they in turn serve him whole
Heartedly and make inroads where they should be wept for made to know the true God who loves them
But they find a field empty of spiritual harvesters so they go on losing what America is all really all about
Truly in God we used to trust. The soldier wins through many hardships only finds it to be a vain victory
The farmer harness the land with plow and good seed only to see a futile harvest if it only feeds the
Body and the soul perishes. A vital farmer was loss to us and of all places he ended his days in a field to
His memory this is dedicated. And sadly the soldier to was lost to friendly fire but from blackest midnight
The glory of morning will shine leading us forth we must take responsibility as both men and walk for
The good of all men in holy righteousness