One never knows where a life may lead, where valor and honor and heart may be spent. Certainly no child dreams of a death at the hands of an enemy's gun. A brutal, unforgiving, harsh way to go. Some went willingly, some by force, but all went. Some died a hero's death with ribbons and pageantry. Others were left in a cold and lonely field, never to hear their loved one's goodbyes. Gone too soon, gone too soon. Thank you seems too simple and small, but it is all that I can offer. So, thank you.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Eyes to the Soldiers
One never knows where a life may lead, where valor and honor and heart may be spent. Certainly no child dreams of a death at the hands of an enemy's gun. A brutal, unforgiving, harsh way to go. Some went willingly, some by force, but all went. Some died a hero's death with ribbons and pageantry. Others were left in a cold and lonely field, never to hear their loved one's goodbyes. Gone too soon, gone too soon. Thank you seems too simple and small, but it is all that I can offer. So, thank you.
