November 11, 2015

Veterans Day

Posted in War tagged at 11:06 am by Teresa Roberts Johnson

Some trudged for days through sullen swamps,
With water soaking into boots and socks and bones.
While others marched on desert sand
Through insolent, remorseless winds
That parched their faces and assailed their souls.
Still others, travelling in metal frames
That moved through perilous seas or skies,
Tried to remember how it felt to touch the earth.
All these, the brave, stood firm against the foe.
Their pockets cherished letters that conveyed
News and normality of life at home.
And every hour of liberty they spent
Was filled with thoughts of all they left behind,
Of kisses sweet, and yes, of comforts too.
From far, far distant shores they strained to hear
Church bells on Sunday or a baby’s cry,
Knowing they might never see their home again,
Counting the days until their duty had been done.
Lord Jesus, haste the day when wars will cease,
When all the earth is draped in perfect peace.

Copyright © 2015 by Teresa Roberts Johnson (All rights reserved)


Today is Veterans Day, so this post is a bit different from previous ones.

My grandfather, two uncles, two cousins, a cousin-in-law, a nephew, and countless friends have served from France to Japan to Vietnam to the Middle East and beyond. Those who came home were never the same because of what they had seen and experienced. By the grace of God, I have never had to stare into the face of an enemy soldier or live in fear of imminent death from an enemy invasion. I have the utmost respect for all who have spent sleepless nights in swamps or soil or sand or at sea or in the sky, ever vigilant for the cause of freedom. But most of all I pray for that day when war is only a distant memory.

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