A curious boy asks an old soldier Sitting in front of the grocery store, "How did you lose your leg?" And the old soldier is struck with silence, Or his mind flies away, Because he cannot concentrate it on Gettysburg. It comes back jocosely And he says, "A bear bit it off." And the boy wonders, while the old soldier Dumbly, feebly lives over The flashes of guns, the thunder of cannon, The shrieks of the slain, And himself lying on the ground, And the hospital surgeons, the knives, And the long days in bed. But if he could describe it all He would be an artist. But if he were an artist there would be deeper wounds Which he could not describe.
blessings to all who have served, those that fell and those that returned. may we never forget all the sacrifices they gave for us, both hidden and revealed. thank you Shay and your spousal unit
blessings to all who have served, those that fell and those that returned. may we never forget all the sacrifices they gave for us, both hidden and revealed.
ReplyDeletethank you Shay and your spousal unit