#unsungheroes
I see the ones
who don't see anyone.
Their skin is as fragile as the pages in an old book
and they look at me with eyes that have read it all,
seen it all
and are still scared.
I know their loved ones;
the worried fingers
that lace and unlace
as they stare a hole in the space between their shoes,
unused to the barriers,
fighting every instinct just to keep dear ones safe.
When I grace their bedside,
adjust the pillows behind their heads, I think;
every touch is their touch -
the ones that can't be close -
reaching through closed doors.
Every look is their look.
Every word of comfort are words those loved ones would say.
I hope they know,
and I pray they are
no longer alone.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
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I don’t wear the uniform.
No stripes on my arm, no rank to my name.
But don’t mistake it—
I’m in this life all the same.
I hold things together back home
while he stands his ground out there.
Keep the place steady,
keep the family close,
keep the fire lit—always there.
I ride out the worry,
the distance,
the quiet fear that creeps in at night.
I’m the one behind the soldier,
the one who keeps him right.
No medals for this.
No spotlight, no parade.
But this role I carry—
it matters. It’s not just played.
Because every fight he faces,
I feel it in my own way.
I’m the Army wife—
not always seen,
but I’m there. Every day.
Proud of him.
Proud of us.
Standing beside my soldier,
steady and strong—no fuss.
So no, I don’t wear the uniform,
and I don’t give the commands—
But I stand my ground just the same.
And I know exactly where I stand.
I’m the backbone,
the quiet strength,
the part you don’t always see.
An unsung voice in the ranks—
but it’s still service,
and it’s still me.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:38 AM UTC