Memorial Day 2007

HEROES UNAWARE

By Mark A. Wright, HMC(SS)

22 June, 2000

I first saw him on a park bench

I've seen him every day

Sitting in a shady grove

Where my children come to play

Sometimes he feeds the birds and squirrels

Or whittles little toys

Sometimes he just sits and smiles

At the laughing girls and boys

And I never paid him any mind

'Till one day just this year

I noticed that he wore a frown

And on his cheek ... a tear.

Well I asked him why he seemed so down

He looked up, began to say

I lost half my friends 60 years ago today

He told me of the terror

As he fought to reach dry land

By the time the beachhead was secure

Half his friends lay in the sand

That was just in one long day

He fought on for 4 years more

And the 60 years from then to now

Have not dimmed His sights of war

He said they have reunions

Just to keep in touch and share

And for each comrade who has gone on

They leave an empty chair

Well, His park bench has been empty now

About 6 months or so

And if I'd never took the time

Then I never would've known

That sitting on that simple bench

With bread crumbs and little toys

Was a man who gave his all

To guarantee my daily joys

So give thanks to all the men and women

Who're still here or have gone before

And made the highest sacrifice

In both Peace time and in War

Because they bought our freedom

Paid their own blood, sweat, and tears

Then endured the heartache of those empty chairs

For all these years

So please do not ignore them

Or speed by without a care

'Cause you never know

When you might pass by

A hero, unaware

We owe a debt of gratitude to all the men and women who paid the ultimate price to secure our freedom and the freedom of others in different places in our world in many different wars. Originally this day was set aside to honor those who died in our Civil War. Now we honor all our war dead.

Since last Memorial Day, nearly 1,000 more men and women have lost thier lives in Iraq. No matter what your political beliefs or what you think of the war itself, we need to remember the mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, children and other loved ones who are grieving for the loss of that precious life.

Unlearned Lesson

Memorial Day

Of every year

The little valiant

Flags appear

On every fallen

Soldier's grave--

Symbol of what

Each died to save.

And we who see

And still have breath--

Are we no wiser

For their death?

~Dorothy Brown Thompson~