Jeffrey Rosener
I weep for the families and salute a real hero. Thank you for your honorables service.
As I approach the pearly gates, I stop to remember when,
the time that I felt most alive, where boys were forced to be men.
...My hands begin to tremble, so I light myself a smoke.
Reliving all the sad times, laughing at the jokes.
As I continue walking, I see St Peters' face.
Friends and family all behind him, angels sing amazing grace.
I stand tall before him, and render a salute,
St. Peter looks me up and down, and even at my boots!
He said 'your boots are muddy son! Your uniform's not clean.
You haven't seen a shave in weeks. Your teeth are O.D green!'
I smile into his steely eyes and lower my salute,
and stare down at my grimy hands, and at my worn out boots.
Recalling what these hands have done, and where these boots have tread,
I say 'I want to feel the way, that I did back then!'
'The time that I felt most alive, the time that rung my bell,
is when I walked amongst HERO'S... through the streets of HELL!'
'Men of such great stature, stories never could explain,
Their courage under fire, and all lives that were gave.'
'Our minds as sharp as razors, and our hands as cold as steel.
We'd tread as light as feathers, and Death we'd often deal.
Although we did see terror. It kept our senses keen.
We were rough around the edges, but our HONOR still kept clean.'
'My brothers, we shared everything. Even our darkest fears,
but together we overcame them, with our blood, sweat, and tears.'
'Together we cried mournfully, for the hero's that were lost,
but continued on, and fought the fight, we knew freedom was their cost!
St. Peter I've seen wonders, thought my eyes would never see.
But no love for me was greater, than the blood shed for me.'
St. Peter raised his hand and put it in my greasy hair,
and in the softest voice he spoke, ' You've bore your cross to bear!
And as for the terrors that were fought, and the horrors that were seen.
Just know that angels covered you, with outstretched golden wings.'
'Every prayer for you was answered, from you family and friends
and also the ones from you to us, to keep an eye on them!
So enter now, your chin held high, walk peacefully through our streets.
I know that you'll appreciate it, more than most men that I meet!'
St. Peter said... 'remember son, you've paid your price to pay!
You carried that with you throughout your life, until your dying day.
You fought hard for home and hearth, and served your country well,
So rest at ease, you've made your peace,
your demons are in HELL!!!
Aug 10, 2010 |
