is the death of his saints.
(NIV)
With tears in his young eyes,
he stood beside his mom.
The preacher spoke the words,
beside the fresh-dug grave.
Inside the flag-draped box,
a father lay at rest.
His fresh pressed uniform,
showed his proven courage.
Loving hand now lay still,
no more to serve and give.
The bugler blows clear tone,
the lad stands tall and straight.
The shots sound loudly forth,
the youngster covers ears.
Proud young men fold the flag,
they give it to the mom,
“From a grateful nation . . .”
Casket goes into the earth,
as hot tears, like rain, fall.
Then flower petals thrown,
adorn the warrior’s grave.
His son will follow him,
with heart that’s brave and true.
Will he go in harm’s way?
Will blood-bought peace prevail?
May God grant the lad life,
in his peace-blessed homeland.
Chuck on Secondary Roads
Nice, Chuck. Incredible words and thoughts on a very special weekend.
There was a parade of servicemen and women today at the game. Lots of pagentry and honoring of those who fought for our country–it was just lovely. Nice to see everyone standing and cheering for our heros.
That was absolutely beautiful, Chuck.
Justine 😮 )
That is so beautiful Chuck…..and so thought provoking. Thank you for reminding us all that Memorial day is notjust a day to have a cook-out and be off from work……it is to honor our brave soldier’s. The ones gone before and the ones who carry on today with such valor.
Great post………
Have a day filled with love, joy and laughter and……..
Steady On
Reggie Girl
Beautiful and heart-wrenching.