He's An American Veteran
There's a footlocker in the attic,
Old uniforms packed in mothballs,
And memories from so long ago,
When he answered his country's call.
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Young and fresh, he left his home,
To serve his Uncle Sam.
He learned to fight for freedom,
And the boy became a man.
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He may have served here in the states,
Or been sent to some far-away hell,
Either way, he was proud to serve,
This country he loves so well.
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He served with pride, and honor,
And with personal sacrifice,
To defend the way of freedom,
He willingly paid the price.
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He's older now, has gained some weight
He's not quite so straight and tall,
Those old uniforms don't fit anymore,
But he still remembers it all.
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He joins the V.F.W. or the Legion,
He's an American veteran,
And if his country ever needs him,
He'll proudly serve again.
© 2015 by Kathryn Brandon. All rights reserved. This poem is my own original work, and may not be copied or used in any way without permission.
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