Why Must I Perish in this Sand?

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Sacrifices, and Remembering the Fallen




Now, I lay me down to sleep,

now it's here, my soul to keep.

In desert lands so far from home,

and so far away, for me to roam.



By dark of moon and dawn's pale light,

to fight a war, with all my might,

Why I'm here, only God must know,

at an oasis, where palm trees grow.



I lay in blackness, beneath stars so bright,

my broken body, in the night,

My blood flows down, from terrible wounds,

a river of red in white sand dunes.



My sacrifice, for only I know why,

to save my own, beneath an uncaring sky,

My country men, would do the same,

with no doubts to sway, no one to blame.



My childhood flies before me now,

I see my past in a vision, somehow,

A fleeting time when life was fun,

when I loved to play and in fields to run.



The sky was blue, the trees were green,

my love of all, was then so keen.

My mother's voice, to see her happy boy,

my favorite pup, a Christmas toy.



My old blue jalopy, with its leaking oil,

a job at the store, full of sweat and toil,

My grandmothers biscuits and granddad's song,

all made me feel, I did belong.



With my gal, on our trips, to the fishing hole,

a sunny beach, we used to strole,

A homecoming dance, and times, so fine,

all locked away, held within my mind.



The pain is strong, my side's on fire,

the wounds are deep, my needs, are dire,

In sounds of distant guns and blasts,

I feel the coldness, then breathe, my last.



My body, so limp and with sandy hair,

give my testament to all, as I lay there,

I've made my peace, my prayers were sent,

and a soldier's life. is a time well spent.



Now I rest in a deepest slumber.

all my days, now without number,

Forever to remain in your sweet arms,

Never in fearing and of any harms.


I shall not forsake you, oh, little one,

and shall never to leave you here,

For in all my love, and from heaven, above,

I will always hold you near.


If I should die, before I am to awake,

I pray that the Lord, my soul, to take.





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Gypsy Willow 4 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

Poignant hub. Thank you.


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YokeyBrian 4 years ago from HongKong

looks so nice, i like it very much.Thanks for your share.


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Ericdierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Bravo, well done.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks Yokey, I do hope it helped families and vets cope with sacrifices. Many have wounds that are in the mind and hard to overcome.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks, Erik, Gypsy, and Yokey.I do hope that this was honorable and accepted by those who have served and given up family and friends.


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SenorPoeta 4 years ago from Oklahoma City, OK

Wow, this poem ran deep into my soul that I actually remembered my past too. Although I'm only 30 as of now, I could see what I had gone through as I read your poem. Your poem was so full of detail that I actually almost got lost in it. I even see that you are a passionate writer which I like a lot in a writer. Job well done.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks to SenorPoeta, I am so glad you appreciated my work. It such nice compliments like yours that keep me writing and sharing my work.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks for your fine comments SenorPoeta.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Recent deaths of servicemen from the United States prompted my writing this work, and that the great sacrifices they have made will not blow in an uncaring wind.


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lcbenefield 4 years ago from Georgia

So beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes. The soldier's sacrifice, unfortunately, often goes unappreciated. Your writing in this poem is so vivid. I had a perfect mind picture of what you were writing about. I'm sharing this one.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you, icbenefield, the loss of our soldiers is such a tragedy and their families suffer the greatest,


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jhamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

I am a veteran and appreciate what you have done with this poem. I know my story isn't like the story of the narrator, but a lot of soldiers have stories that they must keep hidden deep inside for most of their lives. Jamie


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

Thank you for this. You are familiar with my feelings toward our heroes. It is good to meet the chorus.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks Mhatter, for you positive response and I appreciate your support. It is long past due that we truly listen to what our soldiers must endure.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks jhamann, for your service and your well accepted response to this message sent in hopes that those who read it will understand .


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teaches12345 4 years ago

Nice tribute in verse to those who deserve our prayers and thoughts. Love the use of the flower photos, very touching.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you, teaches. I do hope at my attention to this has a positive response and appreciated.


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BongSantos 4 years ago from Philippines

Eloquent expression of childhood memories and service to country. The soldier's death is hope's birth. Love it very much


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks for your response, Bong. Yes we all feel the guilt that brings tears to our eyes and yet, could we have prevented this from occurring?


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Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

A wonderful hub and thanks for sharing;here's to so many more by you.

Eddy.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks Eiddwen, I do hope that those who shared this work of mine appreciated and understood my message. Thank you for your kind response.Who


Valleypoet 4 years ago

Very poignant, and clearly heartfelt. There is much sadness in poems about the fallen, but it is a voice that must me made loud and clear. Your poetry has spoken for them.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you for your kind comments, Valleypoet and I appreciate your responses.

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