Vanishing Heroes

An old soldier was laid to rest today with the doleful tones of "Taps." Family and friends mourned, others respectfully doffed their caps, To honor another World War Two patriot who saw the battle thro', Suffering untold hardships to preserve freedom for me and you. Only eighteen when he was drafted in nineteen forty-two, He proudly donned his nation's uniform, vowing the foe to subdue. Old photos displayed at his memorial showed a handsome lad, Destined to fight in battles in a world that had gone mad. For months he faithfully perfomed his duty in the European Theater, Crediting his safe return to Mother's daily pleas to The Creator. Coming home to a hero's welcome with medals upon his breast; Lauded by many he modestly replied, "I merely did my best." Sadly, he was largely forgotten by the powers that sent him to war. Nonetheless, he reared a loving family - their hero they did adore. Just an ordinary working man, loving his God, family and nation, Passing on his unwavering values to each ensuing generation. Alas, not many of these gallant warriors are still around. Every day too many are laid to rest in hallowed ground. To those still among us we should express our gratitude. The sacrifices they made could have been of no greater magnitude! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)