A Soldier Died Today

This afternoon I attended a memorial ceremony at the veteran's home where my dad spent his last in this life time. The ceremony was for all who had transended during the past 12 months. It was a very nice little memorial, the speaker was really good, he honored the veteran's but did not glorify war other than to speak of the need for WWII and the price of Korea, he left the politics of Vietnam out but talked about men who served because they felt it was the right thing to do, which as a veteran myself I can respect. This poem was on the back of the Memorial booklet, the booklet had nice 1/2 page piece on each member who pasted. I feel it is one of the better poems written about soldiers. Don't get me wrong I am not a war monger or a fan of violence but unfortunately because men are evil sometimes the Way has not been an option. I won't go into my feelings about Iraq, my utter disgust for the war and men who started it, I do though have love and compassion for the men and women of the Armed Services.

A Soldier Died Today (author unknown)

He was getting old and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with buddies; they were the heroes, every one.
And though sometimes to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer, for he has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.

No he won't be mourned by many, just his friends, children, and wife,
For he lived a very quiet sort of ordinary life.
He held a job, and raised a family, quietly going on his way.
And the world won't note his passing; though a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow, who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country and offer up his life?
The politician's stipend and the style in which he lives,
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives,
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them, for it was so long ago
That the husbands, sons, and fathers went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger with your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out politician with his waffling stand?
Or would you want a soldier who has sworn to defend,
His home, his kin, and country, and would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us, we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldiers part,
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor while he's here to receive the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps a simple headline in the paper that might say:
"Our Country is in Mourning, for a Soldier Died Today"