by Dave Fitzgerald
A soldier arrives at his chapel through a tunnel of standards and rifles.
Every one of his medals holds a tale.
Tales of danger,
and of loyalty.
He is draped in the Union Flag.
His wife and mother cry as the sun raises the frost.
The haunting sound of the lone piper drifts through the mist,
raising hairs on backs of necks and
Author's Note: Sergeant Andy "Jiggy" Jowers.
Posted on 12/27/2006
Copyright © 2023 Dave Fitzgerald
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alisa Js on 12/29/06 at 11:39 PM|
What a beautifully written yet haunting tribute to one who has paid the ultimate price. I could feel the pain and anguish, yet pride when he came through .... things like this do give us pause....definitely... alisa..;-0
|Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 01/19/07 at 07:51 PM|
I'm a veteran, daughter of a veteran, grand-daughter of a veteran, sister to two veterans...the tribute is beautiful. Thanks.
|Posted by Brett Shane on 11/12/08 at 04:28 AM|
tales that his brothers will remember as they miss him, always.