My thoughts turn on a Millennium Veteran’s Day. Today a little girl asked me. Were you ever in a war? Yes I proudly told her. And thought of it nothing more. Then with sincerity she told me Have a Happy Veteran’s Day! I pondered for a moment. As I found it rather odd. Thanks, I softly muttered. And with nere a nod I walked away. I soon began to wonder. What do I think of on this day? Is it all the memories. That I know will never go away. Perhaps like you may think. It’s of those I lost along the way. But in reality I think of them. Almost every single day. I could claim it to be a pain. I feel at the end of every day. Or perhaps it is something Someone said. On a dark and frightful day. Instead I find it peculiar. That it turns not to the past. But more to the one who took my post. And carried on the task. Of ensuring that peace will last. He gets no break today. No ticker tape parade. As he stands there on that line. So that those asleep. Do not have to be afraid. He stands there in the sun. Or in the poring rain. He is there to do his job. For him it is just another day. And if that same little girl should ask him. All’s secure! I’m sure he’d say. To him I must say thank you! For providing the relief I was so due. In return for you I’ll say Thank you. To all who care enough to listen. On this Veteran’s Day.
Reason for writing:
Looking at my past and a little girls innocent words.
Birth sign: Cancer
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