Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Veterans Day

From Blog12

The young man heard his country call
      And boldly went to war
      Upon a distant shore.

He saw his closest buddy fall
      And saw the life, the blood,
      Flow out into the mud.

He wondered if the war was right,
      And sometimes he would scream
      When waking from a dream...

But, still--a soldier, he must fight
      And serve his country well.
      In ways that seemed like hell.

The veteran is older now,
      His aging hair as gray
      As this November day,

And yet there burns a light somehow,
      A shining in his eyes,
      Each time "Old Glory" flies.

Soldiers also asked him, “And we, what shall we do?” And he said to them, “Do not extort money from anyone by threats or by false accusation, and be content with your wages.”
--Luke 3:14, ESV. In this case, "him" refers to John the Baptist, not to Jesus.

This photo is ©2011 James L. Swindle. The poem by JLS is public domain, 2012.

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