The Ultimate Servant

  1. Although this message isn't related to nursing perse', I know many of you can relate to it. I find it worthy of a post here for all of you.
    :kiss With Love,
    Fran


    He was getting old and paunchy
    And his hair was falling fast,
    And he sat around the Legion,
    Telling stories of the past.

    Of a war that he once fought in
    And the deeds that he had done,
    In his exploits with his buddies;
    They were heroes, every one.

    And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
    His tales became a joke,
    All his buddies listened quietly
    For they knew where of he spoke.

    But we'll hear his tales no longer,
    For ol' Bob has passed away,
    And the world's a little poorer
    For a Soldier died today.

    He won't be mourned by many,
    Just his children and his wife.
    For he lived an ordinary,
    Very quiet sort of life.

    He held a job and raised a family,
    Going quietly on his way;
    And the world won't note his passing,
    'Tho a Soldier died today.

    When politicians leave this earth,
    Their bodies lie in state,
    While thousands note their passing,
    And proclaim that they were great.

    Papers tell of their life stories
    From the time that they were young
    But the passing of a Soldier
    Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

    Is the greatest contribution
    To the welfare of our land,
    Some jerk who breaks his promise
    And cons his fellow man?

    Or the ordinary fellow
    Who in times of war and strife,
    Goes off to serve his country
    And offers up his life?

    The politician's stipend
    And the style in which he lives,
    Are often disproportionate,
    To the service that he gives.

    While the ordinary Soldier,
    Who offered up his all,
    Is paid off with a medal
    And perhaps a pension, small.

    It's so easy to forget them,
    For it is so many times
    That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,
    Went to battle, but we know,

    It is not the politicians
    With their compromise and ploys,
    Who won for us the freedom
    That our country now enjoys.

    Should you find yourself in danger,
    With your enemies at hand,
    Would you really want some cop-out,
    With his ever waffling stand?

    Or would you want a Soldier--
    His home, his country, his kin,
    Just a common Soldier,
    Who would fight until the end.

    He was just a common Soldier,
    And his ranks are growing thin,
    But his presence should remind us
    We may need his like again.

    For when countries are in conflict,
    We find the Soldier's part
    Is to clean up all the troubles
    That the politicians start.

    If we cannot do him honor
    While he's here to hear the praise,
    Then at least let's give him homage
    At the ending of his days.

    Perhaps just a simple headline
    In the paper that might say:

    "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
    A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
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  2. 6 Comments

  3. by   VivaLasViejas
    That was beautiful, Fran!! Thanks for sharing........now, if I could only find the blasted Kleenex.......
  4. by   FranEMTnurse
    Quote from mjlrn97
    That was beautiful, Fran!! Thanks for sharing........now, if I could only find the blasted Kleenex.......
    Awwww, mj. I didn't mean to make you cry. Did you find your kleenex?
  5. by   VivaLasViejas
    Nope........had to pinch a couple sheets of Charmin out of the kids' bathroom

    The poem made me think about my father, who was a Navy man. Never asked for anything from either his government nor his fellow Americans, but there was a flag on his casket at his funeral.........a simple tribute to be sure, but one that spoke volumes about the kind of man he was.
  6. by   FranEMTnurse
    Amen to that girlfriend. I hear you loud and clear. My favorite uncle was in the army during World War 2 when they liberated the Jews from the concentration camps. He served under General Patton.



    Quote from mjlrn97
    Nope........had to pinch a couple sheets of Charmin out of the kids' bathroom

    The poem made me think about my father, who was a Navy man. Never asked for anything from either his government nor his fellow Americans, but there was a flag on his casket at his funeral.........a simple tribute to be sure, but one that spoke volumes about the kind of man he was.
  7. by   Jay-Jay
    Very touching, Fran! Thank you for posting.

    Kipling expressed a similar sentiment in his poem, Tommy:

    "For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
    But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot."
  8. by   FranEMTnurse
    Quote from Jay-Jay
    Very touching, Fran! Thank you for posting.

    Kipling expressed a similar sentiment in his poem, Tommy:

    "For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
    But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot."
    Thank you, Jay-Jay.

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