The Forgotten
Memories are all that some of us have.
Maybe it is the tired man, in the yellow
suit upon the red engine.
Maybe it is the big-bellied man with a badge,
and a constant reassuring smile.
Maybe it is the frail old woman, who
prepared the house twenty-five years ago for
her soldier's return tomorrow-tomorrow never
came.Maybe it is the old man that served in
Vietnam, and raises a flag every morning at
5:00am without fail and weeps for fallen
comrades.Maybe it is the faithful yellow
dog in the back yard, that does not quite
understand why his master has not returned.
Maybe it is the young widow insisting
that her children pray before bed-time.
Maybe, as her children grow older without a
father, they will come to understand why.
Maybe this great nation will one day
understand patriotism, and why we must
remember the forgotten.


David Russell Grote

beautiful

thank ya

OOHRAH!! Semper Fi!

Nice write and welcome!

beautiful relly enjoyed...To the forgotten

Well put....

thanks everyone..