Nov. 11th, 2016

[identity profile] duathir.livejournal.com
Will You Remember?

The final re-union will be here
soon enough;
all those long tables set
with candelabra and gleaming plates.
The chairs empty; silent and untended.

No more cold Remembrance Day parades
in gray November rain, with
mournful bugles calling across lowered flags
for those now beyond the common sight……

beyond the heart-clenching reach
of “Action Stations” alarms;
the sea ghosts have slipped their anchor chains,
dissolving down channel
into the mists of final peace.

Discarded lies the paraphernalia of war,
the rituals; the anniversaries afterwards
dwindle into obscurity and neglect
with the passing of the last, lonely souls.

By Nicholas Lutwyche
[identity profile] duathir.livejournal.com
Stand Our Ground

Will you take me up to Rose Hill
When you lay my body low
Wrap me in a flag, throw some flowers on the ground
Say a few words then let me go
There's no need to defend my honor
Or justify the life I gave
There's no need for the pictures of my happy childhood there
Please don't pour salt upon my grave

I knew long ago that I would be the one
To brandish my sword should they beat those battle drums
I stood my ground, I stood for something worth falling for

Ask my father to forgive me
I know he didn't understand
He worked too hard for way too many years
To lose his only boy in a foreign sand
No doubt, he is angry
No doubt where he'll place the blame
But don't let him fall apart, Mama, don't let him go back to the pills
Only time will ease the pain

I died a patriot, a soldier just like him
Fought like he taught me to, until the very end
I stood my ground, I stood for something worth falling for

Take my stripes and take my medals
Take my cross and these dog tags, too
Put 'em in a package and stain it with your tears
Send it up to Pennsylvania Avenue
My last regards to the man in charge
Let him know I served my country well
Yeah, he was right behind me all the way to Kandahar
The night my broken body fell

Don't let a day go by without a peaceful prayer
For my brothers and my sisters still fighting over there
They stand their ground,
They stand for something worth falling for

By Corey Smith

Battle of Kandahar, October 2001

[identity profile] duathir.livejournal.com
Will You Remember?

The final re-union will be here
soon enough;
all those long tables set
with candelabra and gleaming plates.
The chairs empty; silent and untended.

No more cold Remembrance Day parades
in gray November rain, with
mournful bugles calling across lowered flags
for those now beyond the common sight……

beyond the heart-clenching reach
of “Action Stations” alarms;
the sea ghosts have slipped their anchor chains,
dissolving down channel
into the mists of final peace.

Discarded lies the paraphernalia of war,
the rituals; the anniversaries afterwards
dwindle into obscurity and neglect
with the passing of the last, lonely souls.

By Nicholas Lutwyche

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