Reflections In a Military Cemetery

Another day is o'er, the sun sinks slowly in the west. I stroll upon hallowed ground, where heroes lie at rest. The clarion, yet somber notes of "Taps" echoes across the way. I pause to contemplate the serene expanse where brave soldiers lay. Marble stones perfectly arrayed, each etched with a patriot's name, In remembrance of his service, each deserving the nation's acclaim. Others contain the poignant phrase, "Known But To God Alone." 'Twill be en scribed in The Book Of Life, "He died for wrongs to atone." Yonder lies a soldier who stormed Normandy in June of forty-four. Near him a young marine, who died on Iwo Jima's shore. I kneel at the grave of an airman who died flying his fighter plane. There's a coast guard lass who guarded our shores plying the briny main. On yon knoll lies a sailor who died in the Pearl Harbor affair. As I stroll about and ponder, for each I offer a thankful prayer. Heroes of all creeds lie side by side in manicured plot, All a brave band of brothers and sisters, rank here matters not. Myriad untold stories are buried with these guardians so brave, Now forfeited with the young lives they so freely gave. Treasured memories that their children and grandchildren will never hear. They sacrificed all on the Altar of Honor for all we hold so dear. Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)