Have you ever had someone briefly cross the path of your life and leave a lasting impression? Those people are so special. They leave marks on your soul that you think about long after.
I met Mr. Bobby randomly one day. It was as if we were meant to meet. He as tall, lanky, and wearing a brimmed hat. With a quick “Hello” our conversation soon turned into a friendship over time. His story touched the core of my soul. I hope it will touch you, as well.
My Veteran Friend
I didn’t know this man very well,
How he grew up or the stories he’d one day tell.
He served his country, a paramedic he’d be,
He fought in Nam and saw much he cared not to see.
His family abandoned him, while his life was on the line
Fighting every day for your life and mine.
He returned home to America with nowhere to go,
Lonely, tired, beaten down and feeling so low.
Realizing his life would never be the same,
He looked everywhere and to anything to numb the pain.
Alcohol led to drugs and the anger raged on,
Every night he whispered, “I am so alone.”
The next thing he knew he was living on the streets,
Attending AA meetings he felt he was in total defeat.
Holding up signs “I will work for food”,
He was degraded, belittled, and totally misunderstood.
Remember the next time you pass someone on the street,
You don’t know their whole story so don’t think they’re a cheat.
Please, don’t stroll by that person pretending not to see,
Instead tell yourself, “He might have been the one that fought for freedom for me!”
Dear Mr. Bobby,
Thank you for serving and sacrificing your life, on and off the battlefield, for my freedom.
The sacrifices of many.
On days like today, I not only think of Mr. Bobby, I also think of the many who have sacrificed so that we can live in freedom. It’s this country full of freedoms that we celebrate.
Despite the conflicts that arise it is such a blessing to live in this country — the good ole’ USA.
Red, White, and Blue still does stand for freedom.