Marching For Dignity

Medals on frames stood upright and straight, Like guns marching on bloody road to Death March At eighteen, he bore the pellets of war’s cause Fingers wounded by splinters from a grenade Spawned by raw courage for freedom’s glory He counted black hours guarding his troops; Piloting aircraft and landing on muddy swamp Worse was the order to kick his dead friend, Paul. Black nights fed thinner ribs with brisk attacks Riddling air with roulette of mortar sounds, Yet country’s honor soared higher than gray winds A testament for a man of lofty ideals. Tales of grit, battle scars wrapped in dignity A body resting on heroes’ graveyard, our flag rising; Until the end, code of gallantry filled life’s moments Of one general, dear Dad, your spirit walks with me. Poem For Daddy Contest: Leonora Galinta by nette onclaud ....................... *Dedicated to my father who fought bravely during the war and passed on at age 53, embracing love for family and country… I miss you, Dad!