The peace and freedoms we enjoy come
to us at great cost,
Paid by precious few who did not shirk
when lives were lost.
But the sacrifice wasn’t solely given by those who went and fought,
But also by those left behind, who by
the heart were caught.
Now Bernard was my Dad’s best friend, the
brains behind the pranks,
That boy that other boys all love, but
parents don’t give thanks,
An independent sort of boy; his father
didn’t ‘get’,
They quarreled over something and the boy
left home upset,
Though just 16, he went to the recruitment
place downtown,
Put two years upon his age, swore not
to let them down,
His dad, when he discovered it, went
to bring him home,
The boy was underage, he’d tell him, ‘Never
will you roam!’
But on the way, he thought about the
wild boy, his young son.
And that the army surely’d do what Dad
could not get done,
And so he turned around and left his
boy there at the camp,
Thinking army life would make a man out
of his scamp.
Bernard went through basic; he was in
his element,
Mixed well with the men and did the
work that he was sent,
Finally, Dad’s friend was shipped
right to the battlefront,
Prepared to face the enemy with all
the other ‘grunts’,
Lacking heed, he charged in like he’d always
done so far,
But this was not the schoolyard, no.
This was different: WAR!
Bernard had served for just three days
when he paid the final price,
Dying in a soggy field of vegetables
and rice.
His father never did recover, mourned
from that day on,
Thinking, if he’d just gone on, he
could have saved his son,
He blamed himself for failing to retrieve
his teenage boy,
The tragedy went both ways, ever
robbing all of joy.
On this Memorial Day, let’s honour all
who blow the horn,
But let us not forget their loved ones, who forever mourn.
Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com |
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Topics for the next few weeks...
Hi Dianne. I'm sorry I missed posting a poem last week but I have been caught up in a mountain of trouble not of my making, and I am now required by inefficient bureaucrats to jump through all kinds of hoops to rectify their (admitted) mistakes. My days are spent on the phone or at the computer and I'm exhausted from the worry. So, please accept my apologies for withdrawing for a while - my head is elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, as usual. My best wishes to you and all your regular commenters.
I am sorry to read this SpikesBestMate. I hope you triumph. And soon.
DeleteOhmyword, SBM, no need to apoligize! We're here when you're ready to come back! Best of luck to you. And may your bureaucrats trip in public.
DeleteWe don't celebrate Memorial Day here. My heart aches for those who are forced to remember, each and every day.
ReplyDeleteI, as well, EC. We have Remembrance Day in November. Today is for my friends in the US!
DeleteIt's a sad story, and i will bet it happened more than once. As i noted, my heart aches for all who lost loved ones in times of war, and i pray for the day when such madness ceases.
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