He received the orders and was told it was his time.
Honored to fight for freedom, to march his men in line.
His uniform, clean and pressed, wet with tears from his family.
“I’ll be home soon don’t worry guys, just say a prayer for me.”
As he turned toward the door he felt his son tugging at his boots.
With a trembling hand, he looked down at his boy, and gave a strong salute.
The roads are dark and dirty, the people misunderstood.
Soldiers gathered around them to show them that “we’re good.”
The children ask for gum and anything that he can give.
The Soldier responds, “I gotcha kid, how ‘bout freedom to live?”
He hops in his truck, pitted with brass, closing the door behind.
The people all gather.
Outnumber the troops.
Soldier says, “This…is not a good sign.”
“We got a call! Another IED,”
the man yelled 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. Say a prayer for me.”
His wife rubbed her belly and sang a sweet song;
she told her precious child that it wouldn’t be long.
“Your daddy is coming home to greet you with love!”
She hadn’t known that her Soldier was watching above.
Their son was at school before he heard the news.
He 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,
there were gunshots and taps heard from miles away.
He walked up to his mother, and with quivering lip,
“He said he’d be back. It was just 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, SOME GAVE ALL”
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Thank you to the families who have sacrificed so much, so that we may be free.
We remember them today, and always.