"Soldiers
Like Him"
Although his hair was graying and his legs weren't
strong,
His heart was powerfully full of Patriotic
song.
He had pride for his Country, the same one for which he'd
fought,
Laying down his life, so Freedom could be
sought.
When others began to stare, it changed his mind
none,
For he had earned the right; he had carried the soldier's
gun.
With his shakey right hand, he applied it to his
chest,
Stood as straight as he was able,
his pride for
Nation was above the rest.
He had crawled through the mud, on his
belly so cold,
To protect Old Glory, while she flew so
bold.
Each star and each stripe, waved forever in his
mind,
And his wheelchair carried the results, of a long ago land
mine.
But he mustered the strength, from a place the others would
never
understand,
For he still traveled with the
nightmares, of the Iwo Jima sands.
While the others remained
seated, it was he that was in awe,
For he knew if it wasn't for
Soldier's like him,
this Nation would surely fall
