Upon my shoulders
I bear the blame
for the man
we buried
and spoke his name.
I watched his wife
console their son
they spoke of freedom
and battles won.
She held the flag
to her chest,
gently
laid him down to rest.
I heard the shots
fired loud
watched the jumps
among the crowd.
Fought my tears
when taps was played
clenched my teeth
as they filled in the grave.
My friend fought with valor
died to be free,
blood stained for our country,
is this victory?
He was a Soldier,
Proud to serve,
gave his all,
laid down in Earth.
Heaven will greet him,
arms open wide
he died for another
they call it pride.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
This is such a sad truth of our violent world. Old men start wars & young men fight & die in them. We never seem to learn, it seems...but how else do we strike back at those who would terrorize & paralyze our world with fear??? I'm so sorry for your loss, for the acute loss his family must feel. He earned his wings long ago...& now he soars, free, wild, without pain. I believe we'll see our loved ones again, one fine day. Until then, he watches over the fragile hearts who loved him so. This tribute was so beautifully done, Dear Heart. Bless you for always speaking up. 
