Always Remember
Their journey towards our freedom
began the moment they chose to serve.
Our freedom hurt.
It hurt to leave the warmth and security of their homes.
It hurt to participate in the grueling basic training exercises.
It hurt to leave the tear-stained faces of their loved ones,
not knowing if they would ever return.
There was no comfort on the hard, cold metal floors
of the transport planes that flew them into the heart of danger.
It hurt to have raw, festering blisters on their feet and ankles....
trudging for miles and miles over hard, unforgiving pavement.
They marched forward anyway....
It tore their hearts to shreds to witness the horrific suffering
and gruesome deaths of their beloved brothers in combat.
The ones who lived; often bore painful, debilitating,
permanent injuries to mind, body & soul.
Their once innocent minds, now tattooed with hellish images.
Let us never forget....a heroes heart bears tremendous pain.
Pain we may never be able to understand, or feel.
Always remember the selfless sacrifices that they made;
for the love of family, friends, freedom and country.
It hurts to be a hero.
They marched forward anyway.
Copyright © Kim Shaw | Year Posted 2015
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