The
Soldier
Forget
not,
the
child born to mother, fed, clothed, and loved.
Forget
not,
the
boy who always played, laughed, learned, loved and cried.
Forget
not,
the
young man who went to school,
then
was sent to take another life or maybe die.
Forget
not,
the
honorable man's soul who stood before gunfire, bombs, and blood,
only
to find himself forgotten, alone and starved.
Forget
not,
that
broken spirit who returned home to unhappiness and
although
in his misery, tried to forget, forgive, and thrive.
Forget
not,
this
hero's fractured family, his broken home, and love lost.
Forget
not,
those
victorious old men who bear the agony of good memory,
yet
can say with dignity that they survived.
Forget
not,
the
lesson of freedom and always, always,
always,
remember the Soldier!
Scott
Drury
December 25,2000
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