Not Forgotten #memorialday #vets #poetry

 

corsair flag

Fill your lungs with tomorrow’s hope

close your eyes grasp at life’s soil

exhale a bouquet of gratitude

for those whose courage honorably spilled

precious offering for generations to come

Today we celebrate Memorial Day. It’s a day when children eat hotdogs, ride the ferris wheel, cast caution to the wind. It’s a day when young men choose their allegiance. It’s a day when old soldiers remember friends.

Graves_at_Arlington_on_Memorial_Day

photo of  Arlington

Not Ashamed #poetry #freedom #veterans

posterized sail

Sails billow as they unfurl

we prepare to release our mooring

waiting expectantly for the wind

to greet our faces

as we set sail

and why should we be ashamed?

Quickly and purposely

we unchock the wheels

remove the air intake blocks

pull the flags covering the pitot

engines start to cycle

and why should I be ashamed?

Her sails grab at the wind

the props cause everything loose to ruffle

We greet the day

knowing that those we love

are setting the dandelions free

our children should not be ashamed!!!

boys

 

I like most of the men and women who choose to serve their country (in the armed forces) do it so that children can run free in the dandelion fields rather than be used as a weapons.

 

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Salute You #Veteransday #poetry #Navy

Do you remember?

Crisp uniform

tailored to you

swearing to serve your country

“I solemnly swear”

and you meant it!

Defend

Do you remember

When the seiousness of your vow

made sense?

 soldier, sailor, marine, airman

“I will serve my country…”

A clean innocent smile, once

I remember

The pride I felt

saluting my commanding officer

they toggled the switches on engine 1

they cranked up engine 2

number 3 blew our hats across the tarmack

the ship sweetly rumbled as number 4 came to life

Yes, every day could be my last

that is the risk we take

“… to serve my country”

Why?

I am a Veteran

and I believe

that the bell for freedom deserves to ring

that the next generation deserves safe borders

I salute each of you

Veterans – young and old

each of you placed yourself in harm’s way

to protect another

I am honored to have served

with you!

navy

Le Croix de Guerre #Normandy #Calltoarms #hero #WWII #D-Day

Once  I was worn by an average man

he fought bravely in two wars

 he did not understand the cause

but faithful he answered  a call to arms

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One war he fought for France

his parents actually never knew

he signed while a student of Sorbonne

young men do what they have to do

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the unlikely are  pinned as  heros

awarded the Croix de Guerre

by those he chose to defend

untold stories of  bravery there

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Then call to arms another War

No need to fight again

reveille dawned at  Normandy

honor required duty of every man

Today  in tribute to all the artists, writers, musicians, and poets who served their country for freedom. This story though fictional in nature is based on recalled accounts of the astounding bravery of men. The man I am constructing the story around actually won two medals in separate wars. I wish I knew all of his story but what I know was pieced together by stories I heard from his daughter, my patient, who had dementia. The Croix de Guerre his medal for bravery.

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I am the bronze representation of the heart of bravery. “Bravery” it’s such a paltry word for a human’s willingness to make the up most sacrifice for another, for a cause, for the heartbeat of freedom to continue. I proudly rode upon the chest of such a man as this. “Brave” he would scoff at the word when others would toast his courage. I was not there the first time; I was still neatly packaged waiting in a box. What he did wasn’t brave; it was insane! Men were the equivalent to carnage on a field of blood that day; Flowers will never grow there again. It was dusk. The smoke and stench choked the strongest of men pulling out from the bowels the remnants of any unpalatable tin flavored repast. He looked out and for a moment he saw a specter; his commander who that morning had led a sortie. All had seemingly died in one momentary plume that drove  earth, gear, men, and blood into the morning’s sky.” Captain” he whispered as he clamoured out of the foxhole into imminent danger. “Noooo” his buddy choked a dry, throttled cry. “There is too much to live for don’t die!.” He was gone into” no man’s land”and no one could saw the heroism he rallied  forth.  Captain Murdock fell into his arms; his face gaping with unbelief. Dragging the captain  back to the foxhole, he beckoned for unseen hands. Depositing the Captain, he rushed back into the dark cloud pulling man after man back to the place they called “home.”  “Idiot,” was the enemy’s thought as he fired. Shots rang abount his ears, one pinged off an already scarred bucket of a helmet; one or two struck him in the arm,ut he kept on whispering “Father let this be your finest hour.”  It was! When the tally was taken at the end of the day, the score was enemy 2 victors 12. Two men had been blown sky-high, macerated body pieces  was all that was left. The blast had propelled the others from the epicenter of destruction. None could gather their bearings nor find their way back to safety. My master suffered pain from the two bullets in his arm until the day he died, but he lived to wear me. The others each went on to victories of their own – all survived to tell the story of one brave young American student from the Sorbonne who was studying French Literature. “A quiet taciturn sort of man” they stated. They would have laughed at the most unlikely type soldier, hero, but who could laugh at such a man?

I along with my twin heard many tales of bravery amongst brother medals. I was there the day that the words “let this be your finest hour” were spoken again. I couldn’t believe this man hadn’t learned from the war to end all wars. But here we were with more carnage and decay in a second war that would end all wars or life as we knew it. That day  my master sprung into his action barring the way to death’s reaper for more than a dozen young men who had followed him onto the beach at Normandy. Casualties were all about his feet,but he pushed and pushed further to knock out a viper’s nest that was putting holes in boys who could barely shave.

Because of my master, children were born and saw the light of new day who never would have been born. Grandchildren laughed on grandpappies knees  and another generation waved the banner against injustice because of brave men like my master who in a moment made the decision to die that other might live.

And so my family Le Croix de Guerre and I raise a toast to each man and woman who has served to make my world and yours a place where children are born to see the blue skies of another day.

Photograph; “Le Croix de Guerre” copyright L. Moon 2010

My Friend the Veteran (#Tribute for #Veteran’s Day)

I look in your eyes my friend

there are scars behind what most people see

Don’t look too close they beg and plead

Here’s what they would say:

There was Mark from Arkansas he lost his leg

Billy’s from Tennessee  is somewhere in a keg

Cort from New York came home in a bag

Gay from L.A. inhaled a poisonous gas

We never found Alec alas

Capn is in the VA – no thoughts left to grasp

most of our platoon is like me

filled with unspeakable memory

Still – please know we will always be proud

when we hear our country’s anthem loud

we played our part

in keeping our children safe from harm

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There are many sides that people can look at war. I have no desire to dabble in the political mire. This poem is written for more than one friend. Each one gave something dear to make our world safe. I can say with head held high that I proudly served for six years in the United States Navy. Though I received several commendations, I never saw combat. We were ready at a moment’s notice and several times the notice was close as a breath. Many I worked with had seen the atrocities of war and even experienced poor treatment  when they returned home. Yet, they stood tall in uniform when our flag flew. They never forgot who they served or why.

I salute my brothers and sisters today. You are each a hero!!!!