I just wrote this last night after I watched "A Day In June" and "Hills Are For Heroes" on video. I was so touched that I wrote down what I felt as I viewed these shows. This poem is what Jo D. would call a "brain dump" meaning it came straight from my head to the paper, with little revision or concentration. Give me some feedback if you have any comments.
"They Died As Men"
That's one hell of a poem my friend, it has depth.
Here's another viewpoint
Some Nights Are Harder
Remembering is hard sometimes,
echoes, echoes, paths we have trod.
Old dreams and nightmares chime,
recalling pathos on the path to God.
Old names and faces etched into times flow,
come back with sadness, their passing reminds.
There is a named wall deep inside you know,
I visit it sometime, there in all Vets minds.
Old tears, old pains, and old aches of the soul,
age us and gage us to a fine point indeed.
Quiet old men with memories still too whole,
recalling the heartbreaks, the last bitter seed.
Part of the cost we carry inside, a hard price to bear,
yet we honor those who we had to lose there.
We remember them often, and it lays our souls bare,
old soldiers, and sailors, and airmen still care.
Thats why we honor the ones who stand there now,
we know the weight that they carry, as we did before.
They are our heroes and we share their Tao,
supporting them where others treated us like whores.
Honor the ones who stand there for you,
they stand tall and unbowed to be there at all.
Let none be forgotten and all that they do,
give them their dues for answering that call.
"They Died As Men"
Hell of a pome my friend, it has depth.
Here is another viewpoint.
Some Nights Are Harder
Remembering is hard sometimes,
echoes, echoes, paths we have trod.
Old dreams and nightmares chime,
recalling pathos on the path to God.
Old names and faces etched into times flow,
come back with sadness, their passing reminds.
There is a named wall deep inside you know,
I visit it sometime, there in all Vets minds.
Old tears, old pains, and old aches of the soul,
age us and gage us to a fine point indeed.
Quiet old men with memories still too whole,
recalling the heartbreaks, the last bitter seed.
Part of the cost we carry inside, a hard price to bear,
yet we honor those who we had to lose there.
We remember them often, and it lays our souls bare,
old soldiers, and sailors, and airmen still care.
Thats why we honor the ones who stand there now,
we know the weight that they carry, as we did before.
They are our heroes and we share their Tao,
supporting them where others treated us like whores.
Honor the ones who stand there for you,
they stand tall and unbowed to be there at all.
Let none be forgotten and all that they do,
give them their dues for answering that call.
Not sure why there are two postings, I guess my computer hiccuped after that last beer.