Sunday, May 27, 2012

Remembering The Fighting Military Men

This is what I wrote this morning, few minutes ago to mark the occasion of Memorial Day in the U S for the U S Military:
The Fighting Men

by Gloria Poole

The fighting men

who fought;

some died.

Others left body parts

on foreign soil.

With weapon in hand;

and courage in heart,

they face the enemy,

sometimes eye to eye;

sometimes not.

At times, a rustling noise,

or the whizzzzz of a grenade

flying through the air with pin pulled

are the first clues

of enemy approach.

They put their lives on the line.

At their duty stations,

they are sitting ducks.

and on their walkabout patrols.

The enemy watches too.

Watches for a lapse

in faithfulness, or

a split second in time

when the path is clear

to lob a grenade;

or put the X sight on the heart or head

of the watchman.

What does fear taste like?

A metallic dry mouth, so I am told.

What does fear smell like?

The smells of the battle:

of blood,smoke,fire,dirt,dust;

sometimes rain.

The fighting men;

who volunteer

for the life changing event

of U S Military,

are men.

Not wimps.

Not sissies.

Not cry babies.

Not mama's boys.

but men.


who know that somebody's life

might depend on them.

That maybe a whole lot of nobodys' lives

depend on them.


Men who learn

a super diligence

to watch every movement;

assess the land quickly,

with an eye for an escape,

and a back up plan,

if the first plan fails.

Men, who know they

must have backbones

like a steel beam.

Men who learn that when confronted

with enemy combatant, they must not blink.

They know they may have only one

chance to save their own lives.

Men, who know they cannot risk

the idle mind, or the wayward thoughts;

or the distractions of

sound making devices;

or chatter.

Men, who know that every day

could be their last on earth;

that their next breath

could produce blood;

that they could slip into eternity

via assassin's bullet.

The fighting men,

who with their lives

secure the freedoms;

and underwrite the cause

of the land of the free

and the home of the brave.

We, the people,

of the United States,

owe them a debt

that cannot be paid,

with mere money or perqs;

but requires the heart

of the nation,

covering them with prayer.

Making intercession to THE ALMIGHTY,

pleading for the innocent

before GOD,

the maker of all,

on bended knees.

The Memorial day

when wreaths are laid;

and speeches are given;

and fly-pasts occur;

to set aside a time

to remember, to thank,

to adulate;

the fighting men.

This is my tribute of praise

to the fighting men

around the world;

who daily recommit

to the nation;

to the First Amendment;

to civil liberties to live,


that which is immoral;

and injustice.

I salute you,

fighting men of the U S A.