Memorial Day Tribute: Poem for families of the fallen


He received the orders it was his time, to fight for freedom to march in line.

He said goodbye to his family, “I’ll be home soon. Please pray for me.”

As he turns to his son he clicks his boots, with a trembling hand gives his boy a salute.

The days run long and the nights even longer, the enemy gathers and grows ever stronger.

His men look to him for guidance and direction, as a team they fight to give peace and protection.

The roads dark and dirty, the people misunderstood. Soldiers gathered around them to show them we’re good.

As he looks down he sees a small child with a grin. He remembers that salute and his family again.

The child asks for gum and anything he can give. The soldier responds, “how ’bout the freedom to live.”

He hops in his truck closing the door swiftly behind. The people all gather. That’s not a good sign.

“We got a call guys. Another IED,” the man called on the dispatch, “Hurry up!” as they flee.

Arriving to the site the enemy waits, until the convoy passes through their rusty gates.

Soldier turns to the driver with a smile in his cheeks, “Hey man not much longer. We’re down to the weeks!”

“I can’t wait to see my wife, she’s pregnant you know?” Before he could finish, he was hit with the blow.

Driver looked to his right and could barely see, with ringing ears he called out, “Hey! Can you hear me!?”

Soldier lifted his head, bloodied and sore, and reached for the flag on the uniform he wore.

With pain in his heart, and one last breath to breathe said, “Tell them I love them. Please pray for me.”

His wife rubbed her belly and sang a sweet song, she told her precious child that it wouldn’t be long

Until her daddy came home to greet her with love, but he was already watching from heaven above.

Their son was at school before he heard the news. He had made a flag that day with bright reds and deep blues.

“This is why daddy was fighting” he cried, “To give us freedom, honor, and pride”

As the rain dropped slowly on the casket that day, gunshots and taps were heard miles away.

He walked up to his mother and with quivering lip cried, “He said he’d be back. It was a quick trip.”

As he turned to the soldier lay still in the ground, the boy cried out a beautiful sound.

“Amazing grace for boys like me, because of you daddy………….I am free”

He clicked his boots and stood up tall,

“All gave some, and some gave all.”





8 thoughts on “Memorial Day Tribute: Poem for families of the fallen

  1. My father, your grandpa, Edward Matyas served as a seamen recruit for 4 years with the US Navy. He received a National Defense Service Medal, Good Conduct Medal, Korean Service ribbon and United Nations Service Medal. He went on to work for SCE for many years and died at the young age of 73 from ALS. Thanks to all for the sacrifices made for our precious freedom


  2. My dad, your Grampa Haynes (1925-2006), Floyd Franklin “Rick” Haynes (yes, that’s where I got my name), served towards the end of WW2 right out of high school at 17 years old. He was on an aircraft carrier, the USS Cowpens VT 50 – CVL-25, and was a radioman-gunner flying in a Grumman “TBF” Torpedo Bomber. He would tell anyone that would listen about his time in the Navy and that his group was the FIRST to enter Tokyo Bay after the war. He was also prepared to fight anybody that tried to say otherwise 🙂



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