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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Soldiers Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I sit near an old soldier's grave<br>Reading the words upon his tombstone, <br>Brushing away the dirt and moss<br>To see: 'Died 1944 - In Battle at Bastogne'.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wonder when, and how, his folks received the sad news-<br>I wonder, how often afterward they cried; <br>And did they continue so missing him... <br>Until their own time came to die.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is there anyone left, who remembers this man-<br>Am I alone, the only one who cares anymore; <br>How long Lord before none ponder the price paid<br>To win the second world war? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So many of those who did return home<br>Sadly, have now with age passed on; <br>May we never forget what bit they all gave<br>In the greatest combined human effort, the world's freedom to save.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">' Some gave all, <br>All gave some. ' <br>So true; thank God they did not quit<br>Until the work was completely done.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With tears of thankfulness laying upon my cheeks<br>My heart sings words, I am unable to speak, <br>Words of far love, and deep admiration I do have<br>For all those who fought then... like my dad.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now, as the old soldiers slowly fade away<br>With words of respect and reverent regard I try to say, <br>How much, like my missed father, they all mean to me-<br>For without their courage we'd never know the truth of liberty.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I believe I'll sit here awhile longer... <br>Allowing my heart and soul to grow a bit stronger, <br>Just sitting and praying by this old soldier's grave... <br>Hoping to become more like him: good, bold, and brave.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=520046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Together we shall sing along<br>This, our favorite song: <br>God Bless America, again - <br>God, please do bless all those, past and future, just like him.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a></strong></div>

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