My Heroes
He Picks up his son looks into his eyes,
and says I love you. Gives His wife a hug
goodbye as he tries to hold the tears back.
He waves goodbye as he slowly turns
away not knowing if this will be the last
time he ever sees them again.
His boots are spit shined. His uniformed
pressed. His hair is short and his heart is
broken.
He wasn't drafted he chose to fight for our
freedoms. His father served in Vietnam his
grandfather served in the Korean war. He
felt a duty to serve like many other young
brave American men.
He wants to make a difference in this
crazy world. Wanting it better for his son
than he had.
His salary barely makes ends meet these
days. The benefits are Post Traumatic
Syndrome or even worst, loss of life.
Heart ache and pain, everlasting depressing
memories and loss of comrades.
Sometimes we don't recognize he is out
there everyday risking his life every minute
of the day. We are so busy watching Jeopardy,
or a National football game, or baseball game.
Depending on the season. How often during
the day do we think of those poor souls in
harms way. Be honest with yourselves.
These men and woman deserve much,
much more then what they are getting. We
owe them everything.
Look at the men that came back from Vietnam
how we turn our backs on them, when they
suffer from agent orange. Not only did they
suffer but their children as well. Our
own government did this. They used them,
abused them, and did not take responsibility
for their serious ailments.
Why would anyone want to serve. Knowing
they are just a pawn, or a number that they
use for their own ajenda. They the politicians
cronies profit from war. Whether it is the sale
of weapons or a countries natural resources
like oil that they take over the country for.
Missiles of mass destruction what a lie by
Bush. Then when he got caught lying about it,
he blamed it on terrorist. Yes a man in cave
against the mighty United States. They must
think were fools to believe this ruse.
The trillions of dollars they spend on their
wars could be spent on the Homeless and
education for the future of your children.
Creating jobs for the jobless. Feeding the
hungry, taking care of the poor. Helping our
soldiers when they come back. On and on.
I give thanks to our men and women that
are our heroes. They are our soldiers.
God bless them all.
9/22/2015 Contest sponsored by Edward Ebbs
Copyright © Michael Tor | Year Posted 2015
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