Friday, March 26, 2010

A Soldier Died Today

I saw this on a friends FB page. I cant find who wrote it so I cant give credit where credit is due. I think its worth posting in light of recent events.

A Poem Worth Reading

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
As he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they all knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life..
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

What is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them,
For it is so many times
That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,
Went to battle, but we know,

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?

Or would you want a Soldier--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his kind again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we can not do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:

A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life,
wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States'
for an amount "up to and including my life."
That is Honor, and there are too many people
in this country who no longer understand it.


Ann T. said...

Dear peedee,
This is a lovely post. My favorite part, however, is yours at the end.

When my husband did his 'training' for the VA system, they said, "VA care is not free. It is prepaid."

I wish that attitude had been a part of the Iraq veteran's experience. I hope to hell it has improved. IF so, it has improved a little late for the Vietnam Vet.

The VA also takes volunteers . . . I did that for awhile . . .
Ann T.

Gia's Spot said...

Very beautiful Peedee! No matter what format, a tribute to a fallen hero will always be heartfelt!
Thanks for finding it and sharing!

peedee said...

T'anks Ann, VA care is always in need of improvement, hopefully thats what they are doing. And good for you volunteering. Its got to be very satisfying to help our soldiers in their time of need.

And your right Gia. Any tribute is a good thing! ;)

Bloviating Zeppelin said...

That was my Dad.

That was why it so affects me.

If it weren't for the sacrifices of The Greatest Generation, we'd either be speaking German or Japanese now.

Perhaps even Russian.

But we muddle on, heedless of how, in our history, we got here.

Because this nation has, more than damned near any other, Historical Alzheimers.


John said...

Thanks for putting this poem on your blog.

It wasn't difficult to identify the author of the poem and he should be attributed. A. Lawrence Vaincourt wrote it in 1987 for a newspaper column. His website is

John W.