Best Losssoldier Poems
Memories
Thoughts
Feelings
Fatal game that they play
Rerunning in mind
Like vinyl stuck on replay
They tell of a story
Many years ago
A little girl
Wounded by the evil world
Found by a soldier to save her soul
From bright vibrant colour
Happiness And warmth
The story suddenly all turned to red
To blood
To words etched on skin
Forever to remain
Serenades to swearing
Trust to tussling
Always to never
Love to loathing
She gave up her all
Just to fight for something
Long Left for dead in the cold
One sided tug off war
To end in mud
Conceived in blood
Still she begged for more
Tried to be perfect
Yes she did
Stopped eating for times on end
Ran till her lungs bled
Still the soldier turned his head
She tried to stand
On own two feet
Little did she know she was
Amputee of lust
Hurt
Conceded truth
Turned traitor
This soldier did
Shattering ideals
Of little girls' world
He owned her
Like a deer head trophy
Shot
Killed
Mounted himself
She fell again
Trying to fix
What shattered so long ago
With bleeding raw fingers
She traced his face
Hoping he would
See
Would turn
Would change his ways
The Soldier broke his promises
To always keep her safe
Because his other trophies
Got 1st place
Again she tried to repair
All the damages he left
Seeming so strong
So bold
Praised on her progress
Little girl was
But inside her mind
Was her true demise
She couldn't let go of soldier
Yet he let her fall
She couldn't leave him to his own
devices
Yet he abandoned her so many
times before
She felt compelled to be his
Guardian angel
Yet he refused to be hers
Ignorance is bliss they say
But what about knowing the truth
And staring the other way?
Carefully placed back in crooked
form
The glass shards of her life
With pieces still gone
The red seeps through
What cannot be said
The big eyed terrified truth.
Lord, we are gathered nigh this sacred, lonely grave,
To commit to You the soul of this Soldier true and brave.
We pray that You will clasp this hero to Your breast,
As he joins his comrades in well-deserved eternal rest.
He proudly wore the uniform and felt it his solemn obligation,
To defend the freedoms we enjoy in this great nation.
Only he knew the din and horror of battle so very well;
He sacrificed that we might yet hear the ring of freedom's bell.
Tho' his time on this earth was, alas, much too brief,
We were truly blessed, may that bring solace in our grief.
Father, we pray that as he begins his eternal bourne,
That You will comfort we who are left behind to mourn.
May we never forget his honored name etched upon this stone,
Your faithful servant who died for mankind's follies to atone.
We know that when Gabriel sounds his triumphant bugle call,
That this gallant man will stand in ranks proud and tall.
As we present our nations flag that he honored to his kin,
And await the well-earned twenty-one gun salute to begin,
And hear the bugler's rendering of "Taps" echoing thro' the air,
We commit this Peacemaker, this Soldier to Thy tender care.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)