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Premium Member Whose Mother's Son Is This?

"HERE RESTS IN HONORED GLORY AN AMERICAN SOLDIER KNOWN BUT TO GOD"
This plaintive phrase is etched upon the hallowed tomb's facade.
Therein lies a gallant hero, a grieving Mother's son.
Who is this brave young man who rests with laurels won?

Little is known about him, except that he died in strife,
To rid the world of villainy and uphold our way of life.
Who is this valiant warrior whom we honor and respect?
Whose Mother's precious son is this?, we will ever reflect.

Here lies a patriot who placed national destiny above his own.
For the folly of man, he shed his precious blood to atone.
God only knows the anonymous, mournful Mother's name.,
Whose unknown son died to keep alive our freedom's flame!

He awaits that glorious day when he will shed his funereal pall,
To answer the call of the roll at Gabriel's triumphant call!
God will recognize the lad and place upon his brow a crown,
Saying, "Welcome home son, you served your nation with renown!"

At day's end when "Taps" echoes beyond Arlington's rolling plain,
May we remember that he and his comrades did not die in vain.
Who is this valiant warrior whom we honor and respect?
Whose Mother's precious son is this?, we will ever reflect.

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
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Form: Rhyme


The Twilight Zone

Docs words repeated over and over in his head,
“And then I’ll cease to exist, I’ll… be dead.”
He shivered as he lit up a smoke, 
The news seemed like an April fool joke.

He looked back through the glass door,
As he watched his son of ten, playing on the floor.
He turned away when he felt the pain under his vest,
From the cancerous wound that protruded from his chest.

It made his world begin to indiscriminately spin,
His legs shook violently as if his spirit tried to break out his skin.
He dropped heavily to his knees 
And looked up saying “Not yet, God please”
“Give me a little more time with my little one,”
“To explain it to my son”

A white light for a split second flashed around him
From a flying object up high that shot out this beam
He was stunned for a short while
Then suddenly felt his chest and began to smile

The cancer was removed from his chest
“I’m healthy and strong like the rest”
He turned to tell the happy new to his son
But instead he didn’t see anyone

Opening the door, he called for his son and his wife
Suddenly he was hit by a man carrying a knife
The intruder was a soldier or that’s how he dressed
As they wrestled the knife plunged in his chest

He screamed, “Please don’t hurt my son John,”
The intruder’s eyes showed that something was wrong.
And what he said was stranger still
He called out “Dad is that you?” which gave him an eerie chill.

The intruder said “But how can this be?”
“You went missing 25 years ago you see”
“One minute you were smoking out side the next you were gone,”
He gasped for air as he lay dying on the lawn

The stranger looked up “Please God, I can’t loose my father all over again!!!”
But this time there was not light
as the 
life 
began 
to 
drain….
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Soldier's Premonition

"My Dearest Mom and Dad", his poignant letter began.
"I need to write this letter to you now while I can.
Tonight I'm scheduled to go out on a perilous patrol;
In a few minutes I must report for the calling of the roll."

"Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the sacrifices you have made,
Teaching me the moral principles from which I have not strayed.
Should fate determine that I'm to be called home to God above,
Be consoled with His promise that we'll be reunited in His love."

"I love you, Mom and Dad, more than you'll ever know.
Please tell brother and little sister that I love them so.
Give my old faithful Shep a  big hug for me as well,
And tell my friends and neighbors I wish them a fond farewell."

"I'm proud to wear this uniform, I feel it my solemn obligation,
To protect the freedoms we enjoy in this our beloved nation.
Please do not pine nor grieve for me when I am gone,
But know that your son died bravely seeing his duty done."

Alas, the door was answered and there stood men in uniform,
Burdened with the dreaded news for parents they were to inform,
Telling them that their gallant son gave his all on the field of strife,
To be honored by a grateful nation for upholding our way of life!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Form: Rhyme

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