Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Soldiers and politicians: Who serves and who tries to 'service' the people


He was getting old  and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the  Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought  in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his  buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his  neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened  quietly
For they knew whereof he spoke.

But we'll hear  his tales no longer,
For old Mike has passed away,
And the world's a  little poorer
For a Soldier died today.

He won’t be mourned by  many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very  quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly  on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died  today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in  state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were  great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were  young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is  the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Someone who breaks  his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in  times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his  life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are  often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the  ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And  perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their  compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now  enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at  hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling  stand?

Or would you want a Soldier--
His home, his country, his  kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end?

He was  just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence  should remind us
We may need his like again.

For when countries are in  conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the  troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him  honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him  homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In  the paper that might say:

1 comment:

  1. This poem is not Anon, but rather published in 1987 by A. Lawrence Vaincourt. It appears on thousands of websites and in dozens of publications.

    Although its message is one of remembering our soldiers, the man who wrote it, himself an Air Force veteran of WW II, is rather ironically too often not given credit for his words.

    You can find the author's original version at