"Soldiers
Like Him"
Although
his hair was graying and his legs weren't strong,
His heart
was powerfully full of Patriotic song.
He had
pride for his Country, the same one for which he'd fought,
Laying
down his life, so Freedom could be sought.
When
others began to stare, it changed his mind none,
For he had
earned the right; he had carried the soldier's gun.
With his
shakey right hand, he applied it to his chest,
Stood as
straight as he was able,
his
pride for Nation was above the rest.
He had
crawled through the mud, on his belly so cold,
To protect
Old Glory, while she flew so bold.
Each star
and each stripe, waved forever in his mind,
And his
wheelchair carried the results, of a long ago land mine.
But he
mustered the strength, from a place the others would never understand,
For he
still traveled with the nightmares, of the Iwo Jima sands.
While the
others remained seated, it was he that was in awe,
For he
knew if it wasn't for Soldier's like him,
this
Nation would surely fall.