heroes

Standing at the door,dog tags in hand
About to tell a loved one about their loss
Thinking of how it could have been me
Wondering how they will react.

Reaching up with heavy hand,
I knock on the door.
Waiting nervously,I prepare myself for what's to come.

Wishing anxiously
someone else had come.
Wanting desperately
not to have to deliver such news.

He gave his life for this country that he loved.
Dying so suddenly without warning.
He never got to say "Goodbye, my love."

Sadly thinking
how to treat
the wounds
I'm sure to inflict.

Praying for peace and getting only a saddened heart.
The only tribute I can giveis this poem

His memory will never fade from my mind.
His lust for life never replaced.
His joy in his family and his friends,
never forgotten.

He wil live on 'till the end of time.

He is one of us,
the unforgotten vet