how about another poem about veterans? aight here it is:




My eyes glisten as I remember watching him run,
a man on his back, and his hand on the gun

He had saved my life five minutes before,
oblivious to the sound of the machine-gun's loud roar

He was tired and thirsty,
his muscles near bursting

He carried on,
for his job was not done

The injured needed him,
and without a care for himself he attended them

He was a courageous medic,
an unsung hero,
but I will sing his song,
for though other soldiers were shot down around him,
he persevered through duty heavy as a mountain

He would not stop while a breath remained in his lungs,
too many heroes have died, most songs unsung,
but I'll sing his song,
I will sing this one

I remember watching the bullet emerge from just under his shoulder,
his knees buckling as if crushed by a boulder

I cried my eyes dry,
wondering why this brave soldier must die

At that moment I raised my right hand,
I gave a soldiers salute to this courageous young man,
who gave his life for dear Uncle Sam