Forever They Stand

The heavy thud of footsteps writes a story on the ground,
As the sound of the drummer’s beat echoes all around,
With a melancholy aria which pierces our souls,
As we look and wonder, “for whom the bell tolls”

Soldiers in unison once more board a plane,
For one more comrade they return time and again,
With disciplined precision, they perform their task,
While in their faces one can see, the grief they try to mask,
The heartache they are feeling, as each casket they bear,
For on each heart, we clearly see a soldier’s prayer and tear,
For the brother, or the sister, whose precious life was lost,
Who never paused to ponder or even count the cost,
Of giving their lives for freedom and to defend this land,
But for God and country, bravely took a stand.

From those of us who viewed with pain,
Through grief and tear brimmed eyes,
Love, gratitude, and pride remain,
For those who fought and won the prize.
Not one that was given here below,
Through the accolades of men,
But by the Greatest Commander in Chief,

“Be inspired, be blessed”
The Master’s Pen

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