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Our beloved armed forces
In the US - of - A,
Are resigned in full measure
To the prices they pay.
When they fall, most are given
Due honor and fame,
But a few get NO laurels,
No prestige or acclaim.
They not only pay
The ultimate price,
But honor is silent
For their brave sacrifice.
These choice few contend
With a war unperceived,
With no hills to be taken,
No objectives achieved.
The battles they fight
Are hard to define,
Without demarcation,
With no thin red line.
They do what is asked
With inappreciable thanks,
Despite all the heroes
That make up their ranks.
Their work can be risky,
And quite often dire,
Yet they willingly jump
Straight into the fire.
And when their assignments
Are all said-and-done,
They bring home no glory
Or grandeur, not one.
Not they or their loved ones
Can discuss all they gave,
For the land of the free,
And the home of the brave.
And those that are taken
By Grim's mortal call,
Are thereafter naught ...
But a STAR on the wall.
Yet for them that's enough,
That wall and that star,
For it represents all
That they honor and are.
And if serving their homeland
Means that their life is lost,
Then our freedom and safety,
Is to them, worth the cost.
They answered their country's
Preeminent call,
Now they're stars up in Heaven,
Watching over us all.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
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