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A sacrifice he'd rather you not have to make...

From Me to You, Young One

by Y. M. Roger

Just look at you, sweet girl in blue. Must be ‘bout eight? Oh, nine – that’s great. And this young man with flag in hand? Your brother, Ben, And you’re Charlynn. Thank you both, dear, for coming here.   Those many tours And years of war Seem less a trial to see you smile. Be sure to hold That fervor bold Your whole life long, for freedom’s song Sometimes demands A fighting hand.   That hand was mine before your time, These weapons here Not meant to fear But guarantee that, unlike me, You’re never tasked To kill when asked Or stand astride friends who’ve died   Instead, may you And Ben here, too, Enjoy a life that’s free from strife… At least the kind That leaves men blind To naught but greed and selfish deeds. They steal young dreams In their dark schemes.   Remember me and what here you see – Look to this past And when asked Please don't repeat – for peace, entreat. With strength and courage, Let freedom flourish For you.  For Ben.  Forever.      Amen.

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#203 2019