Nando Aqui
Member
(Kyle was 11 years old when he wrote this poem)
The Luxembourg National Cemetery and Memorial
March 15, 2002
A sunny day.
A beautiful day.
The wind blowing steadily.
Hearts racing.
Two pillars.
Each with thousands of names.
Two flags.
Each red, white and blue.
Both waving the same way.
Beyond the flags....over a thousand graves.
One lone grave standing in front of an Army.
As if leading this Army to the battle.
I walk down the steps, around the flags and toward the grave.
Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.
1885-1945
It is not the only grave.
Many others had died.
It was beautiful in a sad way.
This is how we honor those who died for their country.
Many books have been written, few dedicated.
If they are dedicated, it is usually to one soul.
This poem is dedicated to all those who fought the battle strong in all wars.
To others the Army means nothing.
To me, it means honor.
Some see this and think...How? Why?
I hope that this is a poem to teach those that think nothing of the Army,
to think twice.
Red for courage,
Blue for loyalty,
White for purity.
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Even if I may be biased because Kyle is my grandson, I nevertheless think the poem is very inspirational and patriotic.
REF: Rifle Country - "Any Army WWII veterans here?"
Alex
The Luxembourg National Cemetery and Memorial
March 15, 2002
A sunny day.
A beautiful day.
The wind blowing steadily.
Hearts racing.
Two pillars.
Each with thousands of names.
Two flags.
Each red, white and blue.
Both waving the same way.
Beyond the flags....over a thousand graves.
One lone grave standing in front of an Army.
As if leading this Army to the battle.
I walk down the steps, around the flags and toward the grave.
Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.
1885-1945
It is not the only grave.
Many others had died.
It was beautiful in a sad way.
This is how we honor those who died for their country.
Many books have been written, few dedicated.
If they are dedicated, it is usually to one soul.
This poem is dedicated to all those who fought the battle strong in all wars.
To others the Army means nothing.
To me, it means honor.
Some see this and think...How? Why?
I hope that this is a poem to teach those that think nothing of the Army,
to think twice.
Red for courage,
Blue for loyalty,
White for purity.
=================
Even if I may be biased because Kyle is my grandson, I nevertheless think the poem is very inspirational and patriotic.
REF: Rifle Country - "Any Army WWII veterans here?"
Alex
