In his visions there is grace —
perfect lines navigate the drill field,
through courage alone they
gain the beach, an instant of glory
eternally merged with souls
he will forever miss — there
is dignity in his years
and pride in his pose.
Already humming the songs
he knows will be played today,
somewhat saddened by how little
they now mean to so many,
he buckles on the sword he wears
one day a year. There is a purpose
to his stride as he makes his way
to the ceremony, but he is not
here to be recognized.
No, for him, this is a day to honor
the memories of fallen comrades.
As usual, he will downplay
the value of his own contributions.
Monday is Veteran’s Day. We will be remiss if we do no thank at least one (every one you meet would be appropriate) for their service. Let us not be guilty of devaluing their contributions by our apathy. Taken from the Sunday Whirl words.