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Thursday, January 26, 2017

I Wrote a Poem When My Father Passed Away.

Awaken Brave Soldier

Awaken Brave Soldier, for you have survived the long night.
You have borne the battle, you have fought the good fight.

The Commander has ordered as day breaks for the bugler to play,
It is a call to assemble He has given as the instruction of the day.

On a table shiny medals lay which are inscribed with your name.
Forever all will speak of how you have won your great fame.

Lay down your Sword of Truth, which long has served you well.
No longer is it needed, your battles are over at the gates of Hell.

In every campaign you have prevailed and protected what is at stake.
All those you love are safe, and others stand ready your watch to take.

The crowds are arriving, eager one last time to honor you today.
The Voice of all Authority in Heaven and Earth will formally tribute pay.

His word will thunder, "Well done thou good and faithful servant,"
As she whom you love most stands sweetly proud and reverent.

The faces of the young warriors you have been faithfully training,
Will focus on every word, trembling with their ears straining.

In their youth they long for just one more clear and defining instruction.
The Commander will new Sergeants assign to keep them from destruction.

The promotion will be read, and your new assignment made officially known.
The band will play and now the Capitol City will be your station and home.

There your watch and diligent attention to honor, love, and duty will carry on.
One by one, because of your stand, others will know their own great dawn.

Awaken brave Soldier, for you have survived the long night.
You have borne the battle, you have fought the good fight.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Viking Warriors


  Dedicated to Lt. Brian Sorensen, the Royal Danish Navy, and his Band of Brothers 


Last Light
The gunfire is over, the rockets are silent, and once again rule has returned.
Innocents are safe, the fires are out, and now nothing else burns.
The wounded have been borne to the medical shelter for needed care.
Stories have been exchanged of exactly what happened there.

Then steals the pain that they have sustained great loss.
The battle was won, but oh at such a great cost.
Their brother will never again stand to their right
His weapons forever are laid down, and no more will he fight.

Hearts of the brave reel with unseen wounds that cause great pain.
As the sun sets that evening they remember where they found him lain.
His soul, his voice, his laughter, are no longer held in this world.
The flag at half mast signals toward heaven they’ve been hurled.

As the last of the rays which illuminate this their temporary home,
Sink in the distance they chill each silent Soldier to the bone.
Then a final diamond bright light touches the flag pole in farewell.
Signaling to each that forever the memory of his life will be held.




                                







          True Intent


The picture finds them crouched in the dirt of foreign soil,
Many a mile they have walked in the heat, and still on they have toiled.

An enemy dark and sinister, with evil intent they do hunt,
And then with deadly force they valiantly confront.



Fierce and foreboding in their equipment and gear,
Lethal to the threat of the enemy, they instill a chilling fear.

The civilians who watch have little reference to these Soldier’s intent,
Only having known the tyrant’s agenda to give them hint.



For wives and mothers, sisters and brothers, they have left home,
The mountains of this foreign country to roam,

In search of a threat which leaves the freedom of the whole world at stake.
Their duty and mission they will never forsake.



But now they provide protection for someone inside their human wall.
In the tracking of the enemy, they witness an innocent victim fall.

The wicked explosive device of the cruel terrorist’s hand,
Brings out the true heart and purpose of this warrior band.



Not only do they stand for those they left behind,
Their lives they risk yet again for the good of all mankind.

This stranger, of another nation, lies wounded and exposed,
Testimony is given by their huddled bodies that they are true heroes.



God keeps account of how each individual’s life is spent.
And at the end will reveal each person’s heart and true intent.

He has foreshadowed His words concerning these, the valiant,
When He said, “Well done thou good and faithful servant.”

Understand

“A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.”  John Steinbeck



UNDERSTAND
After the attack, I joined with the brave who heard the call,
To protect our country from an enemy determined to cause it to fall.
This duty my mind and heart could completely understand.

Then with my brothers and sisters, I went to a foreign soil.
Together we followed every order, and endured each mission, as on we toiled.
The need for this work I still understand.

I came home, and visions returned of things no man should ever hold in sight.
Always now I must be vigilant and watch for a means of flight.
These things were very difficult for me to understand.

Sometimes my mind begins to falter, and I feel cold fear rise.
I am now someone my family and friends do not recognize.
Of this I have no ability to understand.

Finally, in shame and despair, I went to my commander.
Grasping for words to make this man hear, I could only stammer.
I longed for him to understand.

The expression and tone of the words I received in return,
Have dealt wounds and pain that cause my very soul to burn.
All efforts failed to cause him to understand.

Since this confession, I know, though long I stood strong,
To my beloved band of brothers I will never again belong.
I have slowly and painfully come to understand.

Tonight in the solitude of this lonely room, I’ll make my last stand.
Summon courage and my life lay down, by my own hand.
For no longer do I have the desire to understand.

by Debra LeCompte 



When anyone, especially a Veteran, is suffering from depression it is a given that the person may very well not have the ability to help themselves. It may be up to us, those who love them, to be there, and know what to do.  Know the signs and symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.  It might save the life of someone you encounter.