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A salute of deep respect and thanks to all our U.S. Veterans.
And to my Cold War veteran departed husband, U.S. Navy
PN2 Michael J. Elliott
On This Hallowed Ground
Where the battles were valiantly fought,
land, sea, and air,
of our brave who survived,
you are honored with our fallen,
on this hallowed ground of
well-kept lawns,
white marble gleaming in sunlight
and under the mourning moon.
Caring volunteers place small
American flags on our soldier's graves.
You faced the foe head on,
your blood afire,
sweating in rivulets down your body,
you tried for precious sleep even midst
the war surrounding you,
as the shock of brothers, sisters falling,
exhausted the struggling balance of your minds.
Though no amount of gratitude can
ever be enough-
in ceremonies,
in speeches, song, poetry,
in reaching out,
too many of you still suffer,
are homeless, feel abandoned.
This has broken many hearts,
not just mine.
What does weeping do?
It puts sorrow into action.
We need to donate whatever
we can,
time, money, visits,
prayers to our sovereign God.
On this hallowed ground,
where the birds of the air
give life in their trills,
and everywhere else,
a resounding Veterans Day tribute,
to all of our veterans of the U.S.A. ~
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