A poem about the love of a serviceman and his girl and being separated during the war.
I wish to salute all the fallen heroes of all conflicts past, present and future.
Written to pay homage to our fallen heroes.
Proud US Citizen, S.A.L. Member, Army JROTC Cadet, and Future Navy Sailor of 2015
This poem was written for my father, USN retired L C Albertson, for fathers day 1988. Rest in peace dad.
A poem about my girl/wife while I was enlisted in the Army
My poem turned award winning song (Forever An American)
We judged the guilty, propped up the weak, Fed the poor and urged the meek. Father, Mother, Daughter, Son, We were the people in uniform.
a poem dedicated to the young men that died in Pearl Harbor on the USS Arizona and all that were there on Battleship row
Poem to honor my grand daughter when she was in Iraq
poem written about a soldier in the Vietnam war
See the water and all the little rainbows as the rain falls on a sunny day.
Dedicated to all the wives with love ones in the fight
Some of you might remember these nights. Maybe it will bring back some old memories.
A poem for Veteran's day. In dedication of everything they have done and for who they did it for.
During WWII the war news wasn't the same as today. There seemed to be much more interest and concern. I was a five year old but I sensed the importance.
...a soldier's spirit rises as the zipper of a Body Bag is closed
A poem for the American Veterans.
A poem entitled "Independence".
A poem entitled "The Battle".
A heart rendering moment
The poem "Baby On The Way" was written on August 27, 2012 by Les L. White.
I've lived the life of an Infantryman, It's a sad story that may make you wail. If the hells of war frighten you, Then please do not read this tale.
Now I lay me down to sleep, And hope my dreams are thoughtful and deep. I pray that tonight I’m not awaken, By bombs exploding and the ground shakin’. I hope that I can get some peaceful rest, And wish that the next day will be blessed. All I want is to sleep through the night, So that tomorrow I’m ready for another fight. I pray my dreams are of my family, As I make sacrifices to keep them free. May you watch over and keep them safe, As they wait for me and remain brave.
For centuries They have been in the fight, Serving our country and doing what's right. They have worked so hard to pay their dues, I'm honored to walk a mile in their shoes. They will answer the call when we need, Filling their ranks is such a rare breed. They won't give up or know how to lose, I'm honored to walk a mile in their shoes.
As the sun burns down it bakes my skin, I can feel my patience beginning to wear thin. Walking endless miles in this scorching heat, And I can feel the sand burning my feet. On my back I carry this unbearable load, As I walk along this seemingly endless road. The weight is so much that I can barely stand, To get up off my knee I need a helping hand.
A message from our fallen.
America is a country that remembers her children who give their all.
A poem for marines
Poem about my memories of WWII.
A tribute to our fall now resting in military cemeteries.
I chose to work for a defense contractor and build F4 aircraft rather than going to Nam. Yes it was important, BUT -
left on my doorstep at christmas... also came with a card and a thank you letter.
This poem is my inner reflection towards the tragedy that occurred the day the World Trade Centers fell.
The true value of a life..Is measured not In possessions aquired, But, in hands helped Minds taught And hearts that you've inspired. A Hero Is not measured In medals or parades, But, in quiet courage Selfless deeds And sacrifices made. In acts of kindness Great and small Which cannot be repaid. In broken hearts Made whole again. In lives that you have saved. You stand for what is right and true Giving all that you can give, To help protect our nation, And this world In which we live.( more>)
Thru rain or sleet or heat or snow, the American Legion Honor Guard will go.
I wrote this tribute to our fallen soldiers last spring after visiting the grave of a young fallen soldier who was recently killed in combat.
Several years ago while visiting the grave of a friend at Arlington I was struck by the silence and beauty of the surroundings, these words came to me:
This poem is dedicated to the US Army Air Corps of World War II, in commemoration of Pearl Harbor Day, 2011
Can’t tell where we move to, Can’t mention the date, Can’t even remember the meals that we ate. Don’t know what our plan is, Don’t where will land, Couldn’t inform you if met by band.
Life’s Treasures! These are the things that matter..family…friends..and the simple things that God provides for us each day…(Published The Wishing Well..Treasures Edition..Eber Wein)
Dedicated to childhood friends: PFC Johnny Mailloux, USMC, casualty of war on 24 Nov 68, found on panel 38 on the west wall, line #50. CPL Billy Flint, US Army, casualty of war on 01 Sept 68, found on panel 45 on the west wall, line #18. Denny Gray, dying later from problems stemming from the war. We grew up in the projects of East Lynn, MA, the po side of town.
He was always gone in the middle of the night. Always the first one in the middle of a fight. Don't remember that fairytale, had all those lonely nights. Always so proud of your man, leading the wayevery chance he can. Mother tried to warn you, but you fell in love with an Airborne Ranger
It’s the veteran, who, after birthing the nation with Washington in the Revolution, took his family past the Appalachians to the Mississippi.
I woke up about 4:30 in the morning and started to think about my life and how good God has been and my family through the years "The Road of Life" is for everyone to travel his own way.
A Salute to the American Flag: I was Born out of Freedom and I Stand for All
I wrote this as a song, but it works as a poem also. It was written a few years after I came back from Viet Nam when it seemed that all Nam vet were not all that well received, in fact, some thought we were all just crazy. At any rate, this is how I remember the media dealing with us.
I love the United States of American and especially our flag and what it stands for!
I wrote this poem in March 2008 to honor all Veterans, especially those from WWII. The hallowed ground spoken of was visited during the year 1963 and later. These words are, quite simply, my feelings regarding my country and those who have served, and who continue to serve her.
This poem honors my fellow patients who struggled with me, in grim good humor, to recover at The Philadelphia Naval Hospital in 1968-69. The events are a true representation of the facts I witnessed.
All gave some, some gave all!
World War II Veterans fought for the right reasons
I wrote this poem to honor Sgt. Bryan Anderson who lost both legs and one arm in Iraq. He is from Rolling Meadows, Il. and a true patriot. I was inspired to write "With A Tear In Your Eye" when Bryan was in Walter Reed Hospital recovering from his injuries. His mother asked all who visited, "Not to cry".
"I have seen a thousand battles, and fought in a hundred wars"
For Evil slithers unprovoked, its memoirs masquerading in endless graves of tyranny, its victims promenanding Before the Throne of Justice like a thundering waterfall, while here—a bugler wails his taps in mournful protocol.
It’s written in the earth, That sunshine follows rain. It’s written in the earth, That sorrow comes again, That wars will ever roam. It’s written in the earth, While far away from home.
I pray for your peace of mind,
Your steady aim,
For your intuition and senses to be keen.
I pray you find happiness in your heart
And kindness when you are far from home.