Bookworm
11-10-2009, 05:11 PM
From The Front
Today I wrote a letter about a soldier who has died,
Though my eyes filled with tears, my heart swelled with pride.
He was just a common soldier, but was a fighter to the end.
A well respected man who had oh so many friends.
He always did his duty, even went that extra mile,
Yesterday he lost his life, but saved a little child.
A child, not of his nation, who's name he never knew,
Yet when the chips were down, this soldier he came through.
Now he will make one final journey. This soldiers going home!
Though others will accompany him, he will make this trip alone.
Our nation should be very proud for the job that he has done,
He died so a child could live free, he was our nations son!
D.R. Madill
About a week ago I spent most of the night in a chat room with a friend who is a Major in Afghanistan .
He had just lost one of his men and was suffering with survivor guilt, (any who have served will understand), and was having a pretty hard time. By the time I signed off he was feeling much better and I have talked to him since and he has accepted the loss and will move on.
Yesterday I sat down and wrote the poem above as if I were him. I thought some of you might appreciate it.
Dave
Today I wrote a letter about a soldier who has died,
Though my eyes filled with tears, my heart swelled with pride.
He was just a common soldier, but was a fighter to the end.
A well respected man who had oh so many friends.
He always did his duty, even went that extra mile,
Yesterday he lost his life, but saved a little child.
A child, not of his nation, who's name he never knew,
Yet when the chips were down, this soldier he came through.
Now he will make one final journey. This soldiers going home!
Though others will accompany him, he will make this trip alone.
Our nation should be very proud for the job that he has done,
He died so a child could live free, he was our nations son!
D.R. Madill
About a week ago I spent most of the night in a chat room with a friend who is a Major in Afghanistan .
He had just lost one of his men and was suffering with survivor guilt, (any who have served will understand), and was having a pretty hard time. By the time I signed off he was feeling much better and I have talked to him since and he has accepted the loss and will move on.
Yesterday I sat down and wrote the poem above as if I were him. I thought some of you might appreciate it.
Dave