The Tomb of The Unknown Soldier
- Logan Grove
- Dec 11, 2017
- 1 min read
An officer at the ready
Standing straight and tall
Not knowing that his actions
Soon would all the world enthrall
A rifle on his shoulder
with eyes up straight ahead
I bet that he was wishing
He was up upon his bed
His mother and his father
From through the picture stared
The love and tears and laughter
That each of them had shared
Their unit marched on forward
The squelching of boots in mud
Everyone was nervous
Each hoping for no blood
A little while later
The battle had begun
Many of them fallen
It was far from won
The swarms of men from foxholes down
Their guns they blaze and blare
A barrage of noise and fire fall
The bullets come from hidden lair
The wailing of wounded men
Rang through the battlefield
He heard the cry of enemies
Screaming, “Back Out, Yield!”
It was music to their ears
“Retreat, Retreat, Retreat!
Their opposing enemy
Was very near defeat
Sweat, blood, dirt, smoke
The lesson learned, the story told
Conscience argues back and forth
The gift of life which hands will hold
Dying, hearing the deafening
“Boom” of falling missiles
The whizzing noise of rifle shots
Echoed, short and quick like whistles
Feeling empty, now he's gone
A void that nothing else can fill
A memory, an unforgotten shadow
Hear the guns incessant trill
A bony hand each life will take
Dressed in black with sober thought
The final battle death has waged
The empty coffin grief has wrought
A buried hatchet, felt with heart
Rows of crosses painted white
“We’ve come to terms,” each one will say
A near reminder of their plight
HERE RESTS IN HONORED GLORY
AN AMERICAN
SOLDIER
BUT KNOWN TO GOD
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