From the very beginning we have relied on soldiers, to protect us, to protect our democracy, and to fight tyranny.
A great big thank you to all our men and women in the Armed Forces! And to those who have served already!
God bless you, we are so grateful to you!
Happy Veterans Day!
Writing and All Images © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
It snowed again today, winter surrounding the autumn flame. He put on his hat and coat, remembering his younger days running, falling down, sledding down Tucker’s Hill.
He just stood there, feeling the silence falling, even though he was older now, he suddenly had an idea, involving a trashcan lid and the thrill of sliding down – Grandma’s Mountain.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
You probably know that he was a prisoner of war in Vietnam. But did you know that he was in that prison for more than 5 years, and that he could have left sooner but he didn’t?
You see, his family secured his release after 2 years but he said no, he would not leave until the rest of the prisoners were also set free with him.
He was beaten and tortured so badly his arms were permanently damaged. For the rest of his life he could not raise them above his head. Yet it was here that he became a strong person of faith, often singing with other prisoners, quoting Bible verses they could remember, especially around Christmas time.
Eventually though, he not only survived but became a U.S. Senator for more than 30 years. He fought hard here too. He was tough, but he epitomized a leader that would work with the other side. He respected the opinions of others, and leaders that had different views.
He always put country first rather than party politics, even if it made him unpopular. And that’s what made him so different.
Perhaps we mourn for more than the hero
for what our country could be
for what it once was
before madness
made us lose our way.
A warrior, a fighter to the end. A true American hero. Rest in peace John McCain.
Poetry and Commentary © Copyright 2018, ancient skies, photo from today
In the jungles, on the beaches, and in the deserts
on the city streets, so many brave men and women
losing their lives, for you, and for me – our freedom,
on the line. The least we can do is remember
and say a prayer or two.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
