From the depths he rises
Through the rubble he makes his way
He is tattered and broken,
Yet it does not deter his will.
Determined, he pushes forward,
Knowing he must move on,
Bleeding and hurting,
Having been through complete hell.
He picks up the child
Cradles it as if it were his own,
He cries out, not from pain,
But for the pain of the babe,
That it must have suffered moments ago.
He carries on looking for survivors,
Through the smoke, the fire, the debris.
Through everything he pushes forward.
Because he is a SOLDIER.
My daddy is a Veteran. He served in Korea. He tells
me stories sometimes of interesting, adventurous
times that he had. He talks of men he was close with
that never made it home. He talks of outrageous
rules and crazy antics. But what is most important, is
WHEN he talks. Because when he talks of these
things, he smiles. Regardless of what he is speaking
of at the time, there is a smile on my daddy's face. He
is proud. And you know what? He's got him one
proud daughter! And I am thankful. To ALL of our
men and women who have served, or are serving
today, or will serve someday. I am free and will
remain that way thanks to these fine folks.