A military burial

by Brenda

Looking out across
these gently rolling hills,
hundreds and hundreds
of identical white headstones
stare back at me...
Reminders of all
those soldiers
who are now at
eternal parade rest...
My dad is here.
We buried him
on a hot July day.
I remember the service,
the folding of the flag, the rifle volley,
taps being played...
As we walked back to the cars
I was admonished,
by my mother,
for skipping amongst the headstones.
I was only seven after all...
I haven't served,
but I come from a family
that has.
These white headstones
mean so much to me.
This is sacred ground.
All who enter here
must KNOW, must REALIZE
the sacrifices
that were made...

"All gave some, some gave all"


Submission date : 2017-01-05

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Brenda ( F P C D ) at 2017-01-09

Thank you so much-that means a lot.

deeplydesturbed ( F P C D ) at 2017-01-10

Brenda, i loved this in the challenge and i love it now too :)
well done.

Brenda ( F P C D ) at 2017-01-10

Thanks N, I appreciate you...

Ezeani Sunday at 2017-01-18

Wao!!! I felt challenged to die for my country. However, I am not a soldier. What can I do?

Brenda ( F P C D ) at 2017-01-18

Just thank a veteran for serving, support our troops. That's the best thing we can do for our soldiers. Thank you!

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