Tuesday, January 20, 2009

SOLDIERS

May no soldier go unloved,
May no soldier walk alone,
May no soldier be forgotten,
Until they all come home.


I came across this saying while surfing the other day and just had to share it here. I don't know who the author is and if anyone knows, please tell me so I can give full credit. Our son is in the AirForce, as you know, and even though he is not in a combat zone, the fear and worry for him and all those he is with is great! The following poem was shared with me a while back. Even though our son isn't married nor does he have children here to run in fields of grass as the poem says, he is still there fighting for the same freedom and the same passion as this poem shares. My step-brothers daughter is also in the AirForce. My sons best friend enlisted at the same time as he did too. LOVE OF PRAYERS AND LOVE AND SUPPORT TO ALL OUR TROOPS!


The Things That Make A Soldier Great

The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die
To face the flaming cannon's mouth and never question why
Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red
The peonies and pansies too, the old petunia bed
The grass plot where his children play, the roses on the wall
Tis these that make a soldier great, he's fighting for them all.

Tis not the pomp and pride of kings that make a soldier brave
Tis not allegiance to the flag that over him may wave
For soldiers never fight so well on land or on the foam
As when behind the cause they see the little place called home
Endanger but that humble street whereon his children run
You make a soldier of the man who never bore a gun

What is it through the battle smoke the valiant soldier sees
The little garden far away, the budding apple trees
The little patch of ground back there, the children at their play
Perhaps a tiny mound behind the simple church of gray
The golden thread of courage isn't linked to castle dome
But to the spot where'er it be - the humble spot called home

And now the lilacs bloom again and all is lovely there
And homesick soldiers far away know spring is in the air
The tulips come to bloom again, the grass once more is green
And every man can see the spot where all his joys have been
He sees his children smile at him, he hears the bugle call
And only death can stop him now he's fighting for them all

~ by Steve Vaus ~


Thanks for taking time to read this...and please help support our troops!
THANK YOU,
RhondaSue

1 comment:

  1. RhondaSue, you have been busy! Your blog is looking great and I really like the poems you just posted. I'll head over to TLC later and check out the recipe card templates. I have a poor connection again, so am getting rather far behind everywhere.
    It's good to see you home again - your writing indicates that you might be a wee bit less frazzled now that you're back with your family.
    Hugs, dear friend - Vicki

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