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| War Poetry by David R. Alexander |
| A LETTER NEVER WRITTEN Hello, mom and dad. I had time to write and I'm so glad Seems like we never have time to write I sure wish I were home with you both right now, But that isn't in the cards for me and my pals. Yes, I got your letter a litatle over a week ago And be sure and tell dad not to shovel too much snow. Aunt Susan sent me a letter about a week back, You know how she always calls you Sarh and Jack She said, "Danny, I bet those freckles are showing up over there: And mostly she went on about how you were doing fine and how dad was just fair. I got your birthday card last week, arrived on my eightteenth birthday You should have heard the ribbing and what the guys had to say They are a great bunch of brothers, mom and dad Kinda like the ones I never had. Mom, you and dad will be getting a letter in a day or so I asked my LT. to write you and I know he will do so He's young like me, Mom, and I heard him praying so I know he loves the Lord also Mom, Dad, i know you won't get this letter from the son that loves you so I just had to find a way to tell you I was killed today And it was no ones' fault, just something that happened int he fray. I'll be waiting in heaven for both of you to see and hold Take care of each other and don't cry for me, why, I'm eightteen years old. copyright David R. Alexander July 25, 2002 |
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| THE LETTER Danny was a quiet boy, not yet quite a man He had red hair, and freckles from his face to his hand As I reached him lying there in the sand Tears in his eyes, he said, "LT, Please hold my hand." I knelt down beside him, there in the mire He had been such a good boy, who was now a man He said, "LT, Could you please write my folks?" Who of you could have refused this man named Dan? He said, "Thier names and address are in my pack" My Mom's name is Sarah and my dad's name is Jack I assured him I would write them, but he would be just fine, Danny said,"No LT, It is now my time." Blood coming from both his ears I just couldn't hold back the tears Danny nust have seen them for he said, "Don't weep for me, LT, I've had eighteen years." The medic looked at me and shook his head He mouthed the words,"in five minuted he'll be dead" I couldn't help the pain I felt I offered up a prayer there as I knelt. Lord, "why did this have to happen to him?" I talked to Danny till his vision grew dim He told me the story about his mom and dad, although I didn't ask Then as he finished, he drew his last breath, and his face grew the color of ash. I cried like a baby, and no one around me could keep from doing the same For Sarah and Jack's son had died and Danny was his name I thought of my mom and dad, and how on that day I left my dad only shook my hand But when I looked around as I got on the plane, my dad had turned his back adn was wiping his eyes with a handkerchief in his hand. I want you to know I rote that letter to Danny's mom and dad It was a difficult thing to do, and then I wrote one to my dad. By the time I got home, no sign of Sarah and Jack could be found You see, after I wrote that letter, within six months they were also heaven bound. You can believe this writing or you don't have to believe this man But i can tell you this, Sarah and Jack had a MAN and his name was Dan. David R. Alexander copyright OCT 01. 2002 |
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| A LITTLE TEAR STAINED FACE Sitting on the front porch steps, down close to the gates Hands under her chin, as she waits Little eyes searching up and down the street A stranger walks up the walk to her house in the summer heat Hello little girl, what is your name? Mommy says not to talk to strangers, but Cindy, sir, is my name That's a good idea, the stranger agrees Mister, have you seen my daddy? He's overseas He wears a uniform almost like yours, he's a member of the corps He left a few weeks ago to go to something called a war. He told me not to worry, that he would be back before I knew it Well, I've been waiting and looking and he hasn't come home. The stranger looks down at the innocent child A lump in his throat and a tear in his eye all the while. Without answering her, he asks if her mother is there Yes, sir, I'll go get her, you can wait in the chair. A thank you and a quick wipe of a tear. In a moment, her mother is at the door, face showing fear The stranger and her mothers' eyes meet, both blurred Her mother starts to cry before he says a word Cindy says, mommy please don't cry Ma'am, I'm Major Bry I have the unpleasent duty to inform you about your husband Tommy, Cindys' mother collapses at the news And the stranger hastens to her side, but no way to excuse. Little Cindy doesn't understand things like war and bombs What had the stranger said to her mom? The stranger took little Cindy aside and held her tight Not know what to say or how to explain her dads' plight Struggling toexplain, Cindy said she understood Then she asked the question that somehow he knew she owuld. When is my daddy coming home? No answer fitting, another child left alone Another family broken by war A cost that every soldier knows, but the responsibility they gladly bore, Now let me see the ones that protest our military that protects their rights, Let em hear how the innocent will be hurt over there in the fights Let me see what they have done to protect Cindy and her mom An organized group of hte ungrateful, that protest the bomb. David R. Alexander copyright MAR 24, 2003 |
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