I am a
whisper on the wind,
of times past and places long forgotten:
Valleyforge, Gettysburg, Batan, Pearl Harbor,
Normandy, Seoul, Saigon, Loas, Kuwait, Iraq.
I am the heart of the countless numbers:
scarred and maimed.
And the soul of the buried unknowns.
I am the integral part of each white cross
And I am sealed within each name on the wall.
I am part of each and every headstone of every
American veteran in every cemetery around the
I am deeply enmeshed in every tiny undiscovered
bone fragment of an American veteran left
on foreign soil.
I am the unseen shadow,
the unheard voice
in those many empty cells
once held my brothers in unspeakable torture.
am the unbearable pain in the hearts of
Mother, Father, Wife, Husband,
Sister, and Child of the missing...
from all wars.
I am within each and every
by family members for their
unaccounted for loved ones.
I am the essence of
each and every drop of blood
shed in the past or
by an American Veteran in the name
I am the lifeblood of the colors of the American
Blue for my loyalty and
White for my steadfastness,
for my pride and love of my country.
I am the
spirit of each name on the black granite wall.
...Of all those unaccounted for in every war.
those who went away to war,
soldiers and came back older than time
or not at
The Spirit Of The American Soldier!
God Bless America
Land of the free
Home of the brave.
Dedicated to the memory of
T/Sgt. Richard M. Cole Jr. MIA 6/18/72
Beverly Haire © 1998
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