I wrote this poem for my genealogy board, but I guess this is a good place to share it too
Is it the Same
A father's pride
A sweetheart's tears
A mother's heartache
A grandparents fears
Do the feelings change no matter the years?
Clothes packed up, food for the road
That last longing look "home"
Carefree days are gone
For now, all thats left
Is the unknown
How is it possible to feel alone
with thousands of comrades by your side
Thoughts of home are haunting whether asleep or awake
No where to run, no where to hide
Putting on a brave face for everyone else's sake
The desolation and sacrifice
It doesn't matter the century
It doesn't matter the cause
War is fickle, we all pay the price
American Revolution
The War of 1812
Civil War or World Wars
Korea, Vietnam, The Middle East
We lose a part of ourselves and them
Even if they come home
All in the name of freedom and peace
Let us always remember, and never forget
With the blood, sweat and tears
And conditions so rugged and tough
We enjoy the freedoms we have today
Because of people who said "Enough"
Written by
Shannon B
May 24th 2007