Here’s to those who paid the price
And stood atop the wall,
Who didn’t call it sacrifice,
But duty to a call.
Beyond our power to add, detract,
Or honor with parade,
Or praise with words all copper-plaqued,
In public squares displayed,
They held the line, they took the brunt
Directed at our flank.
From general to lowly grunt
Now “hero” is their rank.
For some – unknown – the laurel wreaths
Must rest on unnamed graves.
For others still, their God bequeaths
No slabs or architraves.
For other heroes, living hearts
Still speak aloud their name.
Their daughters, sons, and better-parts –
To memories lay claim.
Some met the foe with angry eye;
Some trembled at the fray;
Some grieved for wife and family;
Some paused to kneel and pray.
Yet, as their hour approached its mark
And minutes became rare,
All gazed into the dreaded dark,
And stood – where we weren’t – there.
We praise with words their bravery,
Their steadfast soldiers’ hands,
That shielded us from slavery
And wrack from foreign lands.
Now pause awhile, and think on them.
Let recollection stir
To memory, through this artless hymn,
Of those and who they were.
By Dean C Broome MD JD
Please take a moment and remember all those who served and made the ultimate sacrifice. One day of honor does not do them enough justice.
This is beautiful, thank you–and you’re so right, one day is not enough.
We should honor the men and women who serve more than we do.
BEAUTIFUL POST 🙂 have a great day 🙂 couple hours at work then play play lol 🙂
May the hours of work fly by and the hours of play last a long time. Thank you for stopping by.
AT WORK NOW cheating and typing this to you.. i shall be home soon .. 🙂 hope your having a great day 🙂
tsk tsk, cheating while at work. I am having a great day thank you. Hope you are having one also.
LOL
This is absolutely beautiful! Thank for posting this today!
Thank you for reading it.