The Soldier's Fate
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The famous leaders will pontificate.
The powers that be will orchestrate.
There are those who will only delegate.
Orders are given by the Heads of State.
Bloodshed is what they ultimately dictate.
There’s nothing they won’t desecrate.
Filthy lucre is certainly on the slate.
The average soldier is too young to hate.
The soldier’s value, they will elevate.
The soldier will fight and accommodate.
Medals and ribbons will accumulate.
The present war will dissipate.
The war is over, he can celebrate.
And so his value will depreciate.
The out-thrust chest they now deflate.
His country refuses to compensate.
High society will now insulate.
They will also insist to separate.
It is not the soldier’s wish to irritate.
The soldier is someone to isolate.
The soldier will unintentionally alienate.
The soldier and his property will separate.
The cold wind seems to never abate.
The soldier comes to his only estate.
Is it a cardboard box or refrigerator crate?
May he warm himself over a sewer grate?
Perhaps the prisons will need an inmate.
His country will under-appreciate,
Until he reaches that Golden Gate.
~By Micky Dee~
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Unchained Grace, you must know that you can have what you wish of mine. I don't fit a mold and you see that. There are very few who can see my more inner-most core. We have been and are committed to be men of action, compassion, and duty. I think we know about each others hearts. Please have what you will and use it as you see fit.
Excellent HUB and I thank you for this! I may not love what the government is doing...but I always love our soldiers! Been there, done that and got a tee-shirt!;)
You are so very kind Ghost Whisper. Thank you for supporting the men and women in the ditches! Thanks
I am ex military Micky Dee! are you? Been there, done that and got a tee-shirt!;)
You've not read "Vietnam 1968-1969 Or Was It Yesterday?" or "Dear God It's Micky". Yes, I was a Marine at the DMZ in Vietnam, 1968-1969. Or was it yesterday?
What were you in Ghost Whisper? And thank you for serving!
In England Wootten Bassett - is one of the places where the planes land to return the young soldiers who have lost their lives while on duty. Some of the men returning there left as boys as young as eighteen.
It has become a tradition for the local people to line the streets as a mark of respect and often the families are also waiting there for the return of their loved ones. As a mother it makes me feel sad to see the women who have lost their sons and children who have lost their father.
Until recently if you had done an internet search for this place it would have come up with details and photos of what I have written here. Unfortunately a court case now dominates the news about the place and is high in the search results for Wootton Bassett. What can I say - it is good that you can write this and share it with us even if reading it reminds us of this sadness.
Wonderful hub Micky abd beautifully presented! Would you like me to add a link to this in my hub 'A war of Necessity' which is a soldier's tale? let me know, and it will be a pleasure to do so! Love always...x
God Bless our soldiers when they come home,replace the horrors of war with the Peace of Christ.
Thank you 2uesday for your eloquent words as always. Thank you for telling me of Wootten Bassett. The soldier is a serial number and hardly can know what's behind it all. Still the soldier is obedient and complies. Thanks
Thank you myownworld for your eternal compassion. Certainly, I will link to you as well. Thank you.
Thanks christinecook for having love for everyone, especially the soldiers. Peace!
Added the link! (silly, you didn't have to do the same! but thanks :)
Myownworld- do you think I have a choice? I certainly, often doubt that I do.
I love veterans and soldiers, only God knows how much they have endured, they should deserve the best, in terms of financial and emotional support,
I am always touched when I see the portion in CNN every am where Robin Meade read a letter from the family and friends that they miss their family member who is serving,
hats off Micky Dee, TC, Maita
Thanks again Maita. You always prove your heart of gold.
Micky-
Sometimes you say so much ,with so few words-a rare gift.I especially love this hub-it speaks the truth.
You are a rare gift to us all.
I want to say "aw shucks", say something humeerous, and sweep your heavy words away. But honestly, I need them. You've cracked me up- that other way. Thank you very much.
God Bless the Soldier...Our "Young Ones" go to put it all on the line...at the bidding of our leaders...and a country waits to see if they will stand behind their actions...meanwhile...the "Young ones" still go out to do the biddings of our leaders (as you did once...for us!) Simply stated...this poem on a "Soldier's Fate" was great, Mickey Dee. The military old war posters and slogans helped bring the history behind all the times that our military...ie: full of "young ones"...have gone out to serve us! Semper Fi, my friend. This Poem was "Well Done, Marine...Outstanding."
Thank you Manlypoetryman. your words and response, as well as other responses to this simple message have floored me in a good way. The bravery of our youth reflects the pride and love in our homes. I hope these young pups will be loved when they're old dogs. Thanks
excellent poem and nice pictures.. thanx for sharing.
Thanks Dyesebel10. I appreciate your stopping by.
That was heartrenching in its truth, especially that soldiers are unappreciated. Thank you for sharing..
Thank you Dim. I appreciate your stopping to read and comment. Take care.
Echoes Of War, Centuries Of Grief.
To all those tiny waifs, faces upturned
their eyes so new to absence, moist with tears
girls holding tight with trembling lips
young lads who clung with earnest grips
upon their Daddies legs refusing to let go
then wailing with dismay at his goodbyes.
Through out the centuries war has been a blight
their crying caught in check when his voice spoke
to promise them that he would be back soon
he turned and walked away to fight a war
then vanished in the smoke and flames unleashed.
I speak for precious children left behind
his promise lives, someday you'll be rejoined
beyond the dust of graves...and Dads denied.
To all the Moms, and Dads who gave much more
then any cause should ask of them to give
this boy they nurtured, smiling as he grew
then frowning as the war drums banged their toll.
Their dreams for sons did not include a trip
to battle zones, to risk both life, and limb
but patriots they touched his uniform
they kissed his cheek, and hugged him one more time
then sent him whole, and healthy off to fight.
But got back telegrams...and body bags
some shiny medals, and some folded flags
plus monstrous gaping holes left in their souls
wherein echoed the words of his farewell....
"Don't worry Mom and Dad, I'll see you soon."
and in a sense his words they still ring true
for when his parent's hearts they cease to ache
they'll find him standing tall at heavens gate
awaiting their return, so patiently
he'll welcome them at last, forever home.
To all those wives who watched their vows dissolve
much earlier then they could ever fathom
by shrapnel, bullets, bayonets, and swords
"Death did them part..." upon some foreign shore
each marriage formed ironic parallels.
Your husbands "marched down aisles"...then off to war
know that your husbands left for "Honor" too
they "Cherished" their homeland, both "rich and poor"
in "Sickness, and in health" sworn to defend
"For better, or for worse" they stood their ground.
"United as one" each platoon advanced
on bended knees they fell for sacred vows.
And know that in their final, ragged breath
they whispered your names with great reverence
your last kiss lingered sweetly on their lips
your memories cradled them to paradise
where someday God again will join your hands
renewing love that "NONE" will put asunder
and "Thank You" for your greatest sacrifice.
To all young men who gave up hopes for love,
young saplings caught by thunder from above,
those tall and strong who faced wars cruelest winds,
when I.E.D.s and bombs removed their limbs.
Sent home to sit as veterans alone,
just trunks with souls, in wards where love's postponed,
or burned in fiery blasts that scorched their skin,
beyond all hopes of passion, wallowing in,
wheelchairs to watch the pretty nurses tend,
the kind of wounds society can't mend.
They gave up wives, or lovers and remain,
an object women pity, but refrain,
from ever viewing as someone to love,
destroying all the joys that men dream of.
I've walked the rows of beds where these men lay,
And seen despair across each face convey,
the wish that they could all be whole like me,
They faced the fall, as wartime stole their leaves,
to come back home, and find love that relieves,
the pains of being maimed, for them I grieve.
More than even those who died, this I believe,
for I have arms to hold, and legs to dance,
and all my parts to share in sweet romance,
but they have single beds where they will be,
sad victims most folks never want to see.
To all brave men who fought ...these words salute
Brothers-in-arms who stood answering the call
who lost their friends to crippling, sudden blasts
or choked on nerve, or blood, or mustard gas
as well as victims crushed by Agent Orange.
The years "still" stake their claim, the death tolls rise
to those who lost their limbs, and normal lives
or fell to drugs, disease, or suicides.
To all who faced the British musket balls
and those who fought for union in our land
all those who sat entrenched against the Huns
or belly crawled through sands at Normandy
or scaled the lava crusts of Iwo Jima
or shivered in the Chosin Reservoir
or night patrolled jungles in Vietnam
or faced the toxic winds of Desert storm
or fell in flames on mountains of Afghan
or took the bullet's puncture in Iraq.
Each year we send out more who don't come back
this poem's for you, your brothers yearky gather,
to guarantee you'll never be forgotten
and when at last they "Fall out" from this life
they'll join your ranks, "At Ease" on heaven's shores
in glory, honored, peace at long last granted
free from the pains of war forevermore.
To all prisoners of war...and M.I.A.'s
I offer you these humble words, and song
our hopes for your return...they slip away
for you've remained in limbo far too long
unknown the place you fell, but still we care
you haunt our thoughts, this is our solemn prayer
"As long as there are men who have a voice
recovery teams will search, it is our choice
as veterans we always must demand
a true accounting brought for every man.
Return the fallen, here to their homeland
for them anything less......it would be wrong
I close now with my old familiar song...
the lyrics that I wrote to sing with..(Taps)
"Rest in Peace....
Brave young men
free from sorrow,
and pain....battle spent
from your humble graves, so alone
We shall come...
and we'll carry you....Home."
(c)-2008-Artwhimsically Yours Studio-by MFB III
Semper Fi my Brother-In-Arms-outstanding Hub.
I bow to you and this greatness. This is overwhelming. This is how Veterans wish to be. This is how Veterans wish to be seen. This is how we should see Veterans. I'm astonished. I'm very grateful. I am floored. Thank you, MFB, so much, for these wonderful words!
I recently read about the British soldier who picked up a grenade thrown @them and threw it out, dis saved not just him but his comrades as well,while reading this hub,i saw an image of me on camouflage with packs of water bottle and radio message equipments, the sensation of cold all over me as i am typing left me with nothing but a wish. How i wish i was a soldier?veterans are the true HEROES. Micky Dee, "Old soldier never die" Nice hub.
Hi Rossimobis. That story of the soldier was told like you could be there trying to do what he did. He had great reflexes. Thanks for stopping by Rossimobis. Peace!
Our nation should bow its head in collective shame for the treatment of the only true heros. My 2nd husband was a Nam vet and was never the same man who left to serve his country. Despite the break in mind, body and spirit his humor and great heart were still intact.
I work for a construction company that completed a "Home of A Hero" project in 2008. We built a home complete from the ground up on donations from our vendors for an Purple Heart Iraq vet and his family. They went on the Montel Williams show and were given a special van for the soldier and a host of other gifts for the family.
Unfortunately, I recently heard that the husband and wife and separated, and the soldier may lose his benefits for beating his spouse.
My ex used to say that soldiers were thrown away, by the citizens and the government for a war they did not ask to participate in and lost.
Our heros are in need of serious help both mentally and financially, but our nations priorities are screwed up we rather give millions to guys to bounce, hit or kick a ball and allow our best citizens to lay in the street with no home or food. Its dispicable. Sorry for the rant, but I felt your pain my friend.
Amen Sister. No rant there. That was too short. You have so much to say. If all Americans would unite and vice the same we could turn a corner. There are no heroes that kick balls, throw balls, shoot balls, bounce balls, etc. There are no idols who act on a stage. There are no idols who merely sing and play. There are no idols that are merely powerful and do nothing but stroke each other. Thank you PMCCRAY!
"The out-thrust chest they now deflate.
His country refuses to compensate."
My favorite line, showing the pride, the cause he thought he/she was to fight for, and the faith he gave unjustified. A solid hub, and a wonderful close to restore hope!
Summer Steward- thank you for appreciating the Soldier. Let's hope we can avoid wars but if it happens let's remember and protect those who gave their time, mind, and a lot more. Thanks!
..Soldiers..
Yes Sir Debarshi. The soldiers do the work of the leaders. God bless the good-hearted soldier who just wants to defend his country.
been there. done that. I didn't get a T shirt! Army 78-81. I'm sooooo glad you came back Micky. I like that poster about writing a check for "up to and including my life." I'll have to come back and check out those viet nam ones.
Kim -you didn't get a T shirt? Thank you for serving too Kim. Thank you for being glad I came back. God bless!
hello marine,
Great Hub! appreicate you, and your service, truly, loss my brother in nam, i served United States Army 75-83, did time on DMZ in Korea, my son, is United States Marine. hey man, be careful on that bike, will u? dont want to read that a Marine, was struck and killed by a dam car! daaaaaaaaaaaa...
Glad i found u, on this site... keep stroking, or in your case, keep pedaling!
Just Me!
Jim
Yo Jim. I am very sorry to hear about your brother. Thank you for serving our country Jim! Your son went the same way my grand nephew and I went. God bless you Sir!!!
Another brilliant hub Micky - I salute you and your tireless endeavours. God bless you honourable soldier of peace.
richtwf!!! Bless you BrotherManRich! God bless you!
Just thank you....
God bless you my Dear Bel Marshall!
This was well written, good read.
Yo! MrDSpade2! Thank you for reading my work!
Between your words and those of MFB, this is a most heartwarming...heartwrenching tribute to all soldiers who have ever served their country. We owe them so much more than they receive. Thanks for keeping this uppermost in people's minds. Rated up, useful and awesome.
Thank you Peggy. MFB is a Marine and wonderful guy. God bless you Peggy.
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They come back to haunt him in between his waking and sleeping hours.images of a past drenched in Afghan blood. The days are still bearable, but things hes denied by the light of morning scream...
Unchained Grace Level 1 Commenter 2 years ago
Mick, I can say many things about this Hub. You know what they'll be. My question, though, is simple. May I link our website for Holy Truth Veterans Housing Program to this Hub?