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Date Posted: Mon, May 23 2016, 15:46:40 PDT
Author: Jackie R. KAYS
Author Host/IP: 64.188.191.92.dynamic.zitomedia.net / 64.188.191.92
Subject: An old poem

His Last Guardmount © 2011 by Jackie R. Kays
In the fog of time, he now struggle to clear his aging mind. Memories that flicker and fade of by gone days, images, faces, name of jungle places, that have become scattered by the winds of time, and seems to no longer matter or even rhyme. As his aging memory fades, yesterday is long gone and tomorrow quickly becomes yesterday’s skeleton; he realize that each new day is a gift from God. He’s nearing his eighties and the wars he fought and the faces of the young men he once knew are fading into the abyss of obscurity. But, he still looks at the discolored pictures, through the tears of his aging eyes as he shows his great grandson and says; “Son, that me…that me, back in Korea and Vietnam…you see!” Few remember and fewer yet care about wars long past, but he still post Old Glory outside of his home every morning as his first daily task. He still stands for the playing of the National Anthem and proudly salutes the passing of the Red, White and Blue. He is still a solider and will always be until the day he stands that last guardmount and taps are played in his honor, well deserved and long overdue.

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