A Veteran’s Day Poem

Bear with me, I’m not a great poet:
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Be grateful,
Remember,

I do not know of that struggle, that fear and dread,
Never bombs at my feet, or bullets past my head.

Can I honor what I know not?
Little life, so quiet and fair,

Never felt damp dirty foxhole,
Nor hot sun and sand in my sole.

How can I thank you?
Say what I don’t know?

It is to you I owe my ignorance, that find this lack of words,
You bore the struggle for me, as on a cross once did my Lord,

Thank you, for standing for me,
These feeble words prove your work,

Let this pause to ponder all the pains I have been spared,
Honor the service the courage and danger that you dared.

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