Cory Long Poet Rhyme

The Son of a Soldier

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As a little boy I was taught to never give up. 
To hold the door for my elders,
and to look every man in the eye. 
My father taught me how to shave and how to drive.
My father was there the nights I struck out. 
Molding me into the man I am now.
They called him back the other day.
As I watched my father pack.
A tear rolled down my face 
my father was going away. 
Phone calls just aren’t enough. 
As I gave my father one last hug. 
I watched my father walk off.
One day the phone calls stopped.
And I  never saw my fathers face again.
Men and woman leave their lives behind,
to go fight on the front lines.
Serving and protecting our rights.
As they die one at a time. 
Never do they ask for anything in return 
just that they come home.

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Don Johnson November 13, 2011 at 9:19 PM sad and true and tears the heart, war is deadly, the aching part, they go away, do not return, just a living heartache burns, so bright...

Rosalyn Lampkin November 2, 2011 at 5:51 PM Cory, I can relate to this so well. I am a VietNam Vet, my dad served in WWII, my oldest son is currently in the Army and my twin sons are uniformed officers.....you hit home with me on this one...thank you. Rosalyn

Shannon Deane October 26, 2011 at 7:44 AM Fantastic write Cory, so very true...my son is 13 next month and is debating whether to go into gaming or the military after high school...I know what a difference in choices right...