The United States Armed Forces Veterans

Almost a year ago God gave me the words to this poem. As we fast approach Veterans Day again, I am led to share it once again. I’m so thankful to those who have served in the past, to those who have seen loved ones depart America’s shores for foreign lands of battle, and received a flag folded tri-corner in return. I’m thankful to those who even now prepare another generation to step forth in the Uniform of The United States, to go where they are sent, to obey harsh orders, to stand where no one wants to stand — in front of tyranny, defending justice.

May God bless each and every one who receives this poem, and each one who shares it with someone who served.

Let me be the first to say THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THIS COUNTRY WE LOVE! GOD BLESS YOU!

(This is an original poem and I give permission for it to be shared as you see fit.)

Rolande

THE UNITED STATES ARMED FORCES VETERANS

He?s the man who sleeps beside you, or the one who brings your mail.
She might be the nurse or doctor who helped you when you fell.
The one who leads in preaching? The one who leads the choir?
The man who works at the bank, or the salesman just retired?
Maybe it?s the teacher who of history tells,
Sharing sounds and smells one meets just before the tolling bell.
Could it be the corner man, with no legs, in a chair?
Did you ever stop to ask him when hell lit up, it was ? where?
Maybe she?s the mommy all the kids love to see.
You?ve never asked, my child. Did you know it?s me?
Oh, you?ve heard the biggest names in war: Patton, Eisenhower, Lee.
I bet somewhere a Smith or Jones scouted from a tree.
Doesn?t take a fancy name or grandest job at all.
What it took was going where no one wanted to be, fearing death?s angels? call.
A place where bombs and guns were ours, the other side?s as well.
A place where sights of horror were common and death?s stench was all you smelled.
A place far away from home, where mama and daddy sure won?t be,
Nor that little girl of mine ? she?ll soon be turning three.
And my buddy, he?s all torn up, his first baby?s on the way.
Chaplain came to him tonight ? she lost the baby just today.
Buddies turn to brother not by blood that flows within,
Nor by creed, or hometown, or color of one?s skin.
Buddies turn to brothers ?cause they?re the only ones who understand
The bond, the pride of ones who serve ? the United States Armed Forces Veterans!

TO EACH AND EVERY ONE WHO HAS WORN THE UNIFORM OF OUR ARMED FORCES REPRESENTING OUR GREAT COUNTRY

TO EACH AND EVERY SURVIVOR OF OUR FALLEN ARMED FORCES PERSONNEL WHO PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE FOR OUR CONTINUED FREEDOMS

TO EACH AND EVERY JROTC OR ROTC TEACHER WHO EVEN NOW PREPARES OUR LEADERS FOR FUTURE GENERATIONS OF SERVICE

THANK YOU FOR THE SACRIFICES YOU HAVE GIVEN THAT ALLOWS THE REST OF US TO BE FREE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE.

GOD BLESS AND KEEP YOU ALWAYS

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