 
He stands there at attention.
The Flag is passing by.
He wears an old blue peacoat.
Holds a POW Flag.
Who is this fine old gentleman?
A Vet from World War II.
Tears well up within his eyes.
He had done all he could do, but
The hand that wipes the teardrops
From the eyes that now grow dim.
Is the hand that held a gun
Because his country called him.
The tears that fall so freely
Are for those who fell one day...
On the sands of Iwo Jima
Or a prison far away.
His country called. He answered.
He was young and strong and brave,
But he still remembers those
Who were left in unmarked graves.
He weeps for all the children
Who are fighting now. Today!
God keep them in your pocket
Till they come home to stay.
Carol Bouche' Ottlinger
In
Rembrance for Memorial Day
copyright 12/10/03
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