#rememberthefallen - Hello Poetry

*** You missed my ship— I shouted it into the wind. Too late now. The horn sounded from a distant harbour, and the sea took us with it. Fifteen hundred miles between me and home. Tomorrow there will be war. For now, only silence— a wide ocean holding its breath. And my thoughts drift back to where my heart lives. Then the night erupts. Fire in the dark. Thunder in the sky. Fear rising like cold water. We stand our ground. Bravery is often just fear wearing a uniform. The noise— unbearable. The horror— closer than words allow. And then morning. The guns fall quiet. The sea pretends nothing happened. Someone laughs. Someone else lights a cigarette. Fifteen hundred miles from home— yet love still finds us. One day I sail back. Home again. Family waiting. Familiar streets. But something stays behind. Because not everyone comes home. Rows of coffins. Flags folded carefully. A bugle breaking the silence. Soft. Slow. Tears fall without permission. And the question still drifts through the wind— What was given? What was gained? By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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Mar 5

Mar 5, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC

ThePoppiesStillBloom

Away From Home

*** You missed my ship— I shouted it into the wind. Too late now. The horn sounded from a distant harbour, and the sea took us with it. Fifteen hundred miles between me and home. Tomorrow there will be war. For now, only silence— a wide ocean holding its breath. And my thoughts drift back to where my heart lives. Then the night erupts. Fire in the dark. Thunder in the sky. Fear rising like cold water. We stand our ground. Bravery is often just fear wearing a uniform. The noise— unbearable. The horror— closer than words allow. And then morning. The guns fall quiet. The sea pretends nothing happened. Someone laughs. Someone else lights a cigarette. Fifteen hundred miles from home— yet love still finds us. One day I sail back. Home again. Family waiting. Familiar streets. But something stays behind. Because not everyone comes home. Rows of coffins. Flags folded carefully. A bugle breaking the silence. Soft. Slow. Tears fall without permission. And the question still drifts through the wind— What was given? What was gained? By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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*** You missed my ship— I shouted it into the wind. Too late now. The horn sounded from a distant harbour, and the sea took us with it. Fifteen hundred miles between me and home. Tomorrow there will be war. For now, only silence— a wide ocean holding its breath. And my thoughts drift back to where my heart lives. Then the night erupts. Fire in the dark. Thunder in the sky. Fear rising like cold water. We stand our ground. Bravery is often just fear wearing a uniform. The noise— unbearable. The horror— closer than words allow. And then morning. The guns fall quiet. The sea pretends nothing happened. Someone laughs. Someone else lights a cigarette. Fifteen hundred miles from home— yet love still finds us. One day I sail back. Home again. Family waiting. Familiar streets. But something stays behind. Because not everyone comes home. Rows of coffins. Flags folded carefully. A bugle breaking the silence. Soft. Slow. Tears fall without permission. And the question still drifts through the wind— What was given? What was gained? By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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Mar 5

Mar 5, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Away From Home

*** You missed my ship— I shouted it into the wind. Too late now. The horn sounded from a distant harbour, and the sea took us with it. Fifteen hundred miles between me and home. Tomorrow there will be war. For now, only silence— a wide ocean holding its breath. And my thoughts drift back to where my heart lives. Then the night erupts. Fire in the dark. Thunder in the sky. Fear rising like cold water. We stand our ground. Bravery is often just fear wearing a uniform. The noise— unbearable. The horror— closer than words allow. And then morning. The guns fall quiet. The sea pretends nothing happened. Someone laughs. Someone else lights a cigarette. Fifteen hundred miles from home— yet love still finds us. One day I sail back. Home again. Family waiting. Familiar streets. But something stays behind. Because not everyone comes home. Rows of coffins. Flags folded carefully. A bugle breaking the silence. Soft. Slow. Tears fall without permission. And the question still drifts through the wind— What was given? What was gained? By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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You missed my ship— I shouted it into the wind. Too late now. The horn sounded from a distant harbour, and the sea took us with it. Fifteen hundred miles between me and home. Tomorrow there will be war. For now, only silence— a wide ocean holding its breath. And my thoughts drift back to where my heart lives. Then the night erupts. Fire in the dark. Thunder in the sky. Fear rising like cold water. We stand our ground. Bravery is often just fear wearing a uniform. The noise— unbearable. The horror— closer than words allow. And then morning. The guns fall quiet. The sea pretends nothing happened. Someone laughs. Someone else lights a cigarette. Fifteen hundred miles from home— yet love still finds us. One day I sail back. Home again. Family waiting. Familiar streets. But something stays behind. Because not everyone comes home. Rows of coffins. Flags folded carefully. A bugle breaking the silence. Soft. Slow. Tears fall without permission. And the question still drifts through the wind— What was given? What was gained? By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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Mar 5

Mar 5, 2026 at 4:22 AM UTC

ThePoppiesStillBloom

Away From Home

You missed my ship— I shouted it into the wind. Too late now. The horn sounded from a distant harbour, and the sea took us with it. Fifteen hundred miles between me and home. Tomorrow there will be war. For now, only silence— a wide ocean holding its breath. And my thoughts drift back to where my heart lives. Then the night erupts. Fire in the dark. Thunder in the sky. Fear rising like cold water. We stand our ground. Bravery is often just fear wearing a uniform. The noise— unbearable. The horror— closer than words allow. And then morning. The guns fall quiet. The sea pretends nothing happened. Someone laughs. Someone else lights a cigarette. Fifteen hundred miles from home— yet love still finds us. One day I sail back. Home again. Family waiting. Familiar streets. But something stays behind. Because not everyone comes home. Rows of coffins. Flags folded carefully. A bugle breaking the silence. Soft. Slow. Tears fall without permission. And the question still drifts through the wind— What was given? What was gained? By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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It’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms Even through all the pain & the screams of yesterday Bursting bombs, blown up tanks, war sounds ringing’ in my brain I still hear all the cries “don’t you die”… “you’ll be fine…” “Stay with me” … “you’ll survive…” “We’re gonna be alright…” I reopened my eyes, saw bright hospital lights Life support’s running thin, I no longer qualify I hear the Corpsman talkin’ when one of ‘em walks in and says “sir, you’ve had a very good fight… it’s time to call it…” Unable to move, with no strength left to lose I just let the tears slowly roll down my brui-sed cheek If it’s my last day and I’m placed in the grave I just want you to know I’ll still find a way, ‘cause, see… It’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I said, it’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have youuu and to be with you forever… 05.30.2022 Every Mile 12:01am

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Jun 2, 2022

Jun 2, 2022 at 9:17 PM UTC

desireisdope

Every Mile

It’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms Even through all the pain & the screams of yesterday Bursting bombs, blown up tanks, war sounds ringing’ in my brain I still hear all the cries “don’t you die”… “you’ll be fine…” “Stay with me” … “you’ll survive…” “We’re gonna be alright…” I reopened my eyes, saw bright hospital lights Life support’s running thin, I no longer qualify I hear the Corpsman talkin’ when one of ‘em walks in and says “sir, you’ve had a very good fight… it’s time to call it…” Unable to move, with no strength left to lose I just let the tears slowly roll down my brui-sed cheek If it’s my last day and I’m placed in the grave I just want you to know I’ll still find a way, ‘cause, see… It’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I said, it’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have youuu and to be with you forever… 05.30.2022 Every Mile 12:01am

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