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Oct 26, 2007
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Fallen Soldier
Two well dressed officers ring on the bell
A story of a fallen hero they had to tell
Dad tries to keep his composure but looses it in an instance
Mom lets her tears fall without any resistance
At eighteen he found eternal rest
He was one of America’s best
He needed college money to get a better life
Now his father comes home to an empty seat right next to his wife
You can imagine the conversations that they miss
How could his parents find the strength to accept this?
They try to carry on as if their son is still around
At times silence can be the loudest sound
He was eighteen and ready to attend college
What an expensive price for knowledge
His dad misses their every Sunday afternoon
Mom still can see him wave as he said I will see you soon
— paul, Oct 26, 2007
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Critiques
weirdelf
18 years 7 months ago
I get the tragedy here. But again, give the hard answers.
Mark
18 years 7 months ago
Makes no sense
HiFlyGuy
18 years 7 months ago
You are missing the small picture
Mark
18 years 7 months ago
naa I see the face value it is
wolfycat
18 years 7 months ago
A Tribute...
Mark
18 years 7 months ago
I think it's crazy
IKnowNoBox
18 years 7 months ago
Grass roots grieving
wolfycat
18 years 7 months ago
I have no answer...
weirdelf
18 years 7 months ago
Wolfy, I have a new flatmate who is Turkish
Mark
18 years 7 months ago
I think it unnatural
wolfycat
18 years 7 months ago
Having children...
weirdelf
18 years 7 months ago
there is nothing noble about dying for oil profits
Mark
18 years 7 months ago
nor for one to make his or her self