Sound the awesome cannons. Pin medals to each breast. Attention, honor guard! Give them a hero’s rest.
Recite their names to the heavens Till the stars acknowledge their kin. Then let the land they defended Gather them in again.
When I learned there’s an American military organization, the DPAA (Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency), that is still finding and bringing home the bodies of soldiers who died serving their country in World War II, after blubbering like a baby, I managed to eke out this poem. Keywords/Tags: Fallen, Soldiers, Heroes, Patriots, POWs, MIAs, Stars, honor, guard, medals, honor, tribute, memorial
You throw money at me People smile and slap my back Full-ride my boy! You are set for life I can't stuff dollar bills in broken vertebrae Your filthy cash won't balm my burns Nor wipe away my bullet scars Your ******* money can't ease my mind It isn't patchworked convalescence for wicked dreams I would trade all of the money in the world I would knock down this castle of pennies To not be nickeled and dimed For a quarter of the functionality That my body once had
Sorry guys, I wrote this when I was medically retired from the U.S. Army. It still brings a tear to my eye thinking about the day they told me that my spine wasn't going to function correctly for the rest of my life.
It's that time of the Patriot's year Postseason playoff games are in full gear The road to the Superbowl, I cheer But not for the big, bad grissly bear That takes every opponent's fate without fear That's right the big bad bear without peer I'm snickering the Patriot's to cry a tear Nothing would make me so happier, I swear Fricken, dicken, bitchen Patriots beware To see another Bostonian tea party, I glare I do show respect at the Patriot's lair Brady and Belicheck what a podded pair Steady, stoic and simulcast, condescending I declare You see a Patriots playoff loss is so rare Their team profile is beyond compare A well oiled machine that wear Goliath close over David with regular fare The road to this year's Superbowl Sunday, I say a prayer That the other teams flag is flying patriotically in the air
I hope David crashes the Patriots party with flying colors. Edit-Today was the Super Bowl ... and guess not. The commercials and the pregame show were great and, oh, Brady with his sixth Super Bowl ring, which is very awesome.
A country of people, Reaching for castles in the sky, Breaking their arms on high, Breaking bones and bodies in the process, Dreamers sacrificing lives, For dreams that smolder in their souls, Even after men die, Those dreams and embers, Burn on, for all of history.
He was late to the war- the canons and guns have already started and the dust is settling in nice and cozy in his lungs. He was falling apart- running across open fields with battle wounds surrounding every fallen solider he came across- there was so much blood. He was crying on the inside but god forbid he showed those emotions on the open fields he and his brothers ran through. He wasn't sure he would see his brothers and sisters all come out of this alive... he wasn't sure he would come out alive himself.
She was late to the war she was covered in dirt and oil from the ***** planes she helped gear up every long twelve plus hour shift. She heard the engines start, she saw the wheels move and the ocean under the boat seemed more peaceful then the open space above. She saw her wounded brothers and sisters being dragged out of whats left of the planes landing feeling their pain as blood smeared across the top deck. She smelled the gas as the planes started moving towards the edge of the boat and she knew there wasn't time to think- only time to move.
They fought and some survived and some didn't make it back home to their families. They fought tooth and nail, blood and skin- heart and soul. They were wives and husbands, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, lovers and fighters. They were more than a flag. They were more than a country with a big name.