To Papa
Best off among the ones who served, Never left the Army Reserve, But still you show your flags unfurled. Thank you. To Josh and Louis You wake at night with terrors dark, For what you've seen has left a mark, I pray that peace may soon be yours. Thank you. To Allen Your body may disabled be, I hope your spirit, though, is free, (But if it is, I do not know.) Thank you. To everyone Who traded loving homes for rags, To bless the ones who burn our flags, I, for one, will always say Thank you.
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AuthorM. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books. Archives
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