With My Shield, Or On It
I know it is upsetting,
To see things done this way.
Flag-draped caskets side by side,
Theyre headed home today.
One thing you might not think about,
The view from the inside.
Ive got some time now on my hands,
While on this final ride.
Sorry I didnt write more,
Too late to fix that now.
Ill try to be more scrupulous,
To get word out somehow.
There are no easy channels,
But Im sure that you will know,
I dont regret the choice I made,
And why I had to go.
Youd think perhaps the view from here,
Would be quite dark inside,
But it is light as light can be,
My burdens been untied.
And Ive been lifted up,
On angel wings I think,
And Ive got every thing I need,
Except our kitchen sink.
Id like to wash my hands once more,
And turn and get a hug.
I wish I could shake the hand of,
My best friend too, ya lug.
But all that stuff is over now,
Ive got my new assignment,
Looks like I hitched my wagon to,
A different star alignment.
I know I always promised Mom,
Id try to be real good,
Will someone please just let her know,
I did the best I could.
I have to go now, duty calls,
Think of me when you can,
The folks will think they lost their boy,
My buddies saw a man.
NicknamedBob . . . April 25, 2004
© 2004
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