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by nikki @~~ Jan 28, 2005 category : Life, society / patriotism
He walked a path long beaten he took a path well trudged he judged decisions past decided he judged decisions past judged he walked along the memories the inscriptions of virtue and pride he walked among the eulogies carved in stone along the side in his mind a hundred stories in his heart a thousand words in his eyes a million prayers so much death and so much hurt a million waiting families a million hopeful hearts so many lives shattered so many torn apart and as he walked along he read in passing words on stone he read a thousand messages that declared this tomb a throne some were written and some were blank some were empty, and many had no titled rank some left families some left friends some had favors they never lent and a few wrote endless letters and some of those few had no one back home to send those letters to. and he laid down the flowers he had brought with him today beside the headstone of an unmarked, unknown grave. and in his eyes he saw the cross and in his heart he felt the pride for all of the soldiers who put their lives on the line and the someone’s we knew, and the someone’s we don’t the someone’s we’ll remember and the someone’s we won’t. and after a moment, he turned and he walked away down that well worked path the same way he came passing the crosses, and the stones he knew well wondering at the stories each one had to tell and he didn’t look back but there was no need for the things the place gives you you don’t need to see and with the sun in his eyes, and warming his face he thought what a peaceful wonderful day and at the roadside he got in his car and drove away thinking of all the someone’s he had to thank for that day