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Unsung Hero - the Soldier
Unsung Hero – The Soldier Warily he stood at the corner, Wondering which way to turn. A weary smile on his faded brow, As he held out an old worn-out hat hoping for handouts, A few miserly pennies or perhaps, even a piece of bread. This once proud soldier, Now reduced to being a petty beggar, Was a remnant of a cruel war; Where he once stood side-by-side with his comrades And helplessly watched them fall one-by-one. Cruel memories haunted his saddened heart, As he each day he desperately tried to survive, Wondering if it would have been better If he too on the bloody battlefield had died - But there was no real answer. Maybe it was good that he had done his duty Fighting for those who couldn’t. But now he was forgotten and forlorn, With no honor, no glory, He was just a nobody. With warm tears streaming down his cold cheeks, Even now he thought of his fallen comrades, Questioning if they were really in a better place - What if? Why? His thoughts about his tortured past Continued to cling to him, Like the tattered coat He wore during the day, And used for a pillow at night. In his mind, he was still on the battlefield, Only this time he battled invisible foes - A mind growing feeble, homelessness, Hunger, loneliness, and most of all – Not having anyone to love him. 9-16-2014
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