I am a whisper on the wind,
of times past and places long forgotten:
Valleyforge, Gettysburg, Batan,
Pearl Harbor, Normandy, Seoul,
Saigon, Loas, Kuwait, Iraq.
I am the heart of the countless numbers:
scarred and maimed American Veterans
And the soul of the buried unknowns
I am the integral part of each
white cross in Flanders Fields.
And I am sealed within each name
on the wall. I am part of each and
every headstone of every
American veteran in every cemetery
around the world.
I am deeply enmeshed in every tiny
undiscovered bone fragment of an
American veteran left behind, on foreign soil.
I am the unseen shadow,
the unheard voice in those many
empty cells that once held my
brothers in unspeakable torture.
I am the unbearable pain in the hearts of
every Mother, Father, Wife, Husband,
Brother, .Sister, and Child of the missing
American Veterans from all wars
I am within each and every
teardrop shed by family members for
their unaccounted loved ones.
I am the essence of each and every
drop of blood shed in the past or
the future, by an American Veteran
in the name of freedom.
I am the lifeblood of the colors
of the American Flag:
Blue for my loyalty and dedication
White for my steadfastness
Red for my pride and love of my country.
I am the spirit of each name on
the black granite wall.
..Of all those unaccounted for in every war.
Of those who went away to war,
galant young soldiers and came
back older than time or not at all.
The Spirit Of The American Soldier
God Bless America
Land of the free
Home of the brave.
Dedicated to the memory of
T/Sgt. Richard M. Cole Jr. MIA 6/18/72
By Beverly Haire© 1998