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"SOLDIERS
LIKE HIM" |
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LISA HILBERS |
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
shaky 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.
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2002/2003
