THOUGHTS OF AN OLD SOLDIER by: SFC Thomas E. Ward USAR RET 66-67 As my next heart beat grows further from my first and closer to my last. I look back into the years and to those friends left in my past. Old soldiers whose years now pass. Each day our faces wrinkle our hands callous our hair turns a shade of gray. Our dearest friends grow old no more Their hair will never gray They age no more Not a hour nor a day They feel no pain since the day they fell. Their brows will never crease with worry or some horrid pain. Our memories of them will never cease. a promise made years ago as we stood in the rain. I visited my friends and yes I stood tall But no matter how much I tried I broke and cried As I knew those names upon the Wall. I am not a veteran, and will never know what it truly feels like to lose a friend in war. But, I was extremely moved by this man's poem. To all the men and women who have served, and to ...
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