Secret Soldiers
by Douglas A. Cox

He walks slowly down the street
His shoulders bend beneath the heat.
He bounces grand kids on his knee
Faces he can barely see.

She works in the grocery store
A clerk you know but nothing more.
A homeless man, a president
Angels passing, heaven sent.

We look but we don't realize
The story held behind those eyes.
The sweet innocence of youth
Torn away in war's hard truth.

You pass them by and never know
That once, so very long ago
They stood to shield you from the pain
On frozen ground, in jungle rain.

Now when strangers come our way
May we recall, this special day,
And be all that we can be
Not just to look but really see.

"With profound respect for all of the veterans of all of the wars."

Blessed Veteran's Day

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