In Honor of all Those who Served
We sent them off Flags waving, bands playing To defend our shores, To claim new lands, To banish tyranny and evil. Or, even, once, To sew the country Back together. But we were never ready When they returned One at a time From distant places Damaged on our behalf. Some came back Missing pieces, left, In haste and violence, On some battlefield, Rarely remembered by us. Some came back But left intangibles, Minds affected like The bodies of their buddies. And some came back As only a memory, A paper apology for our loss, Of course, only a tiny Loss compared to that of he or she Who never will come back. Once a year, today, We wave those flags, Bands play, speeches are made And we remember Those we sent off Without being ready For them to return.
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AuthorDiatribes are simply often humorous recountings of the games played by the Long Island Irregulars. We play with toy soldiers and are unabashedly happy to have never lost this part of our childhoods.. Archives
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