With A Silent Humility

He went to war

In a far off land

That Hero whose blood was Shed

On Foreign Sand.

She never played

With Barbies

GI Joes were more her game

But childhood games were far

Away as she watched IEDS

Take out life and limb.

He never talks about “Nam.” anymore

That war still rages in his head.

As he silently fights to be understood.

She remembers the stories

Her Grandfather told

Of liberating Auschwitz

And Birkeaneau

So many bodies no dignity there

Thrown out like trash

And those who survived little more

Than walking Skeltons

It was only by God’s Grace any survived.

They paid a high price

They sacrificed

But even amidst the pain

They say they would do it again.

With A Silent Humility

And no thought of Praise

They risked their lives

Those hero’s who sacrificed.

Copyright Michelle Kidwell

May.25.2014