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He
walked up to the Veterans Monument
looking
carefully for one certain name
The
one of a very special hero
that
had never achieved great fame
Examining
each line so attentively
he then smiled, then extended his hand
Touching
the imprint gently and firm
as
straight, and tall, he'd stand
As
his fingers caressed all of the writing
some
memories had awaken once more
With
pictures of fear, and noises, and pain
while
being stretched out on a cold dirt floor
In
his vision he saw a man running to him
who
told him it will all be ok
Though
death is present all around us now
you
shall not die here today
His
hero carried him off to safety
through
the bullets, and through the bombs hale
Taking
him completely out of harms way
in
a promise that just wouldn't fail
He
never saw his hero, ever again
though, since then in stories he'd heard
that Brave man died while saving others
and
did without complaining a word
So, now as
he gazed his heroes' name
standing tall, with a voice that was mute
And
as a tear rolled down his stalwart cheek
he
valiantly gave him one last salute
(c)2002 Barry S. Maltese
Thank
You to All of my Heroes that fought in the name of Freedom and Human
Rights
. . . it is a debt that we can never completely repay!
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