Agtually…its Memorial Day. A day to reflect on the men and women who’ve made the ultimate sacrifice in defending our nation. One thing I’m sure of is that over the years of being in a small, country community, I have become so much more patriotic and so very proud of our military men and women. In thinking about what tribute I wanted to give our fallen heroes on this Memorial Day, I found the following poem that touched my heart. May we all pause at some point today, bow our heads and send a special prayer in rememberance of our fallen heros and let them know that they will never be forgotten.
A Soldier Died Today
He was getting old and paunchy, and his hair was falling fast;
He sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past.
He told of a war he had fought in and the deeds that he had done;
In his exploits with his buddies…They were heroes…everyone.
And ‘tho sometimes to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened…For they knew of whereof he spoke.
But we’ll hear his tales no longer, for ol’ Bob has passed away;
And the world’s a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He won’t be mourned by many, just his children and his wife;
For he just lived an ordinary, very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family, quietly going on his way;
And the world won’t note his passing, ‘tho a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state
While thousands note their passing, and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories, from the time that they were young;
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
It is the greatest contribution, to the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise, and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow, who in the time of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country, and offers up his life?
The politician’s stipend and the style, in which he lives,
Are sometimes disproportionate, to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps a pension…small.
It’s so easy to forget them, for it was so long ago,
That our Bob’s and Jim’s and Johnny’s, went to battle, but we know…
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand…
Would you really want some cop-out, with his every waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier, who has sworn to defend,
His home, his kin, and Country, and would fight until the end?
He was just a common Soldier, and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us, we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we should find a Soldier’s part,
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor, while he’s here to hear the praise,
Then at least let’s give him homage, at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline, in the paper that might say,
“OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, For a Soldier died today.”
~ 1987 by A. Lawrence Vaincourt ~
**Please note that in searching for a poem to share, I had ran across the above poem on a compliation site that listed it as “author unknown”. My mistake, and my apology. Many thanks to R.C. Vaincourt for sharing the true identity of the author.** – Jennie