But remember: Just something I found on teh interwebz; We've all in some way paid the price to be here this day, please remember it well.
Memorial Day Too much a child; too early come a man, Set to a man’s duty in no mans’ land. Second-hand memories of a baby never seen Shared with mates while cleaning the instrument A preserver of life; a bringer of death Man and machine equals in a serrated fight His dreaming is his own property, Of a woman a mother but not yet wife Of a mother and a father praying for his life Of brothers and sisters far from this strife Homecoming promised and gone three times A tour of duty becomes occupation Only a slender thread weaving to embrace Bringing visions of a child walking The babbling brook of a son talking A lifeline of phantoms leading out of Hell’s space And when that day came, it came so fast He spent the time flying upon recollections of the past He could see the food laid out His family laughing and talking to music in the back His son held up to give him a kiss amid his play His heart, his soul, his wife Touching him at the end of the day It all ended with a bang The happiest day of a man’s life With a stone as pillow he laid down on the hill He was home; no more dreaming to fulfill.
