Freedom For Others
Being almost a year since the journey began,
With hugs, kisses and firm shakes of the hand.
The saying rings true, parting is such sweet sorrow,
The impending doom, maybe ne'er seeing tomorrow.
With good intentions, and of good will in mind,
In a faraway land, no welcoming party we did find.
The missions commenced as tears began to fall,
Hopes of making it home together, dare I say, not all.
Taps beginning to play, memories of all the others,
Comrades in arms, sons, daughters, husbands, mothers.
Visible tears may cease; the hurt will surely always burn,
For all of buddies in combat who will not return.
Copyright © Michael Wambsgans | Year Posted 2007
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