This is a poem a friend of my friend wrote. It's really amazing and it about the soldiers that have their life to give us freedom.
Tell them to remember.
The numbing cold I feel.
Dirty, bleeding hands,
That clasp around the steel.
Tell them to remember,
I try to always be brave.
Every day I'm reminded,
The ground I trod will be my grave.
Tell them to remember,
I knew I wouldn't go home.
You can pass me every day.
And see the flag near my stone.
Tell them to remember,
I was only eighteen.
I was haunted every second,
By the things I had seen.
Tell them to remember,
I held my head up high.
The echoes of the blasts,
Made grown men cry.
Tell them to remember,
The sacrifices made.
The freedom that is yours.
Had a price to be paid.
Tell them I remember.
My mother's solemn face.
She kissed my head and pulled me in,
For one last embrace.
Tell them I remember,
Barely becoming a man.
The dreams I had for my future.
And all my exciting plans.
Tell them to remember,
I wasn't the only one.
Thousands of hearts and souls.
By the time it all was done.
Tell them to remember,
The faces scarred with loss.
Prayers yelled aloud.
And hands holding a cross.
Tell them to remember,
Not just on one day.
We all had a future we never lived,
But that's the price we paid.
-Written by Charity Cino Jones
Very well done Charity.
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