Submitted by: Pam Coates

Category: Poetry

Every hero had and still has a price to pay...

Thanks for fighting for my freedom
and dying for it
and fighting along side my Grandpa.
Also dying and not coming back to
your families..to insure our freedom.
I don't know who you are and
don't know your name.
Not a lot of people knew who you were
and you didn't know who they were;
and yet you still died for them.
Some days I don't know my purpose on earth
cause I am only 12,
but when you took the gun and cleaned it,
cared for it and died next to it..
that was your purpose..
dying for our and your families freedom.
I'll never know..
until I die next to my friends
and my perfectly cleaned cared for gun.

About the author:

Written by Philip Stevenson and left at the Vietnam Memorial on April 7th, 2015.