Welcome Home Brothers

Welcome Home Brothers short poem

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Taps sound, a shot is fired.
An echo reverberates through the valley
The splash of tear drops,
The sound of muted sobs.

Grieving friends and family gather
For a man they hardly know.
Quite and shy, a family man,
For them he had to die.

He was not a hero
He was not very brave,
He got up each day
With a job he had to do.

He will join the ranks
Of other men before him
From a hundred wars ago.
Welcome home brother.

Poet’s Note
The hero’s are just average men doing a job.  From the start of time there have been wars and there is a brotherhood of warriors.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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It is said that a great motivation for a soldier in the trenches to lay down his own life is to protect his comrade from incoming fire, such is the brotherhood of warriors.

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