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Memorial Day 2006

Springtime green gardens of granite and grass
Markers of marble, of bronze or of brass
Soon will bloom brightly with red, white, and blue
With flags and with flowers, every color and hue

Names will be spoken, a long held tradition
The past year's roll call of all new additions
Parades will pass by and prayers will be tendered
Old eyes rimmed with mist and salutes sharply rendered

The cannons will thunder and the children will shout
|We'll remember the fallen... those this day is about
Heads will be bowed for a moment so still
While 'Taps' echoes softly from a faraway hill

Then we'll return home all weary and sore
Turn on our sets for news of this war
We'll collect the small flags that honored our own
And sadly lament how the gardens have grown...

© Randy E. Richmond May 23, 2006

  I Don't Come Cheap

I am the lump in the throat of the grandfather who listens as the bugle's haunting, familiar melody sounds Taps at his namesake's graveside

I'm the tears of anguish that flow so freely and fall from a mother's cheek as she accepts the folded flag which covered her fallen son's casket

I am the unborn child of a father who laid down his life for his friends these many years past

I'm the knot in the stomach of the young wife who watches as the somber faced chaplain approaches her door

I'm the flowers and tiny flags placed with loving, trembling hands beside a granite stone

I am a soldier who survived and came home with both dogtags yet I live under a bridge with only a bottle of cheap whiskey to warm me and to send me blessed sleep

And I'm that soldier's buddy who stepped on the mine just seconds after the other had passed safely over it

My bones rest under battlefields, cemeteries, oceans, beaches, and jungles and are your receipts marked paid

I'm the cold sweat and midnight scream of the nurse who just tried and again failed to `save' this one

I'm the missing limbs

I'm the thousand yard stare in the eyes of your neighbor

I am... the cost of freedom!
The price... of fleeting peace!
The payments made to liberty!

Am I worth it...? God help us... yes

And may we never ever forget to thank you or appreciate what you've given to us!

©Copyright May 18, 2003 by Randy E. Richmond

REUNION

"Stay in touch", "Give me a call", "I’ll stop sometime for a brew"

Phrases we used often back then but would rarely follow through

We carried those promises to ourselves, those words that we would say

Into time, our work, and families where life just gets in our way

That is likely as it should be, and how forever it has been

It’s doubtful we could change too much if we could do it all again

Yet something wonderful was created since the time those words were spoken

The glue that formed a bond of brothers, that never can be broken

With that in mind we made our plans and settled on a date

A long awaited gathering of old friends and soldiers...albeit a little late

Anticipation and excitement grew as every week then passed

Would they look as old as me or as when I’d seen them last?

Some of us worked side by side, others where and when duty bound

We all lived just yards apart and tread the same hot and muddy ground

Our missions there were varied, we worked hard and played as well

I’m sure there will be stories shared...and some we’ll never tell

So then the day had now arrived...to Williamsburg we’d come

With bleary eyes and achy joints, and butts a little numb

Baggage filled with photos, mementos, clothes and lotion

For Jan as she looked forward to her first trip to the ocean

We came from both coasts and the heartland, from Michigan to Texas

From as far as Sweden and Germany, in a plane, old Buick or Lexus

And there was no denying that the years had etched our faces

Greyed or thinned our once thick hair and moved pounds to other places

But I noticed something else too, as those first hours turned to days

The more I’d look at each of you, the more those years would melt away

Our ladies looked like the new brides we married way back when

And once again we had become those bold and brash young men

We couldn’t party like we used to do, but we tried just the same

Hoping you all feel the same when I say, I’m so very glad I came

Thank you all for a blessed reunion and may there be many others

And God bless every one of you...I love you all my brothers!

©Randy E. Richmond

Sept. 7, 2007

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Something on Surviving

I am a staggering soldier who has traveled beyond the middle years

A wobbly warrior, braced for the next inevitable assault

It is written that from the death of any, and sometimes even the prospect of such, we are diminished

By degree certainly…but diminished nonetheless

Some pass as an unnoticed pinprick or as in the bite of a mosquito which carries away a tiny drop of our blood

Others come as a dismembering slash from a razor-edged saber or in the taking of a chunk of flesh as its toll….diminished…. never strengthened for the next encounter, yet knowing it will surely come

And moving always forward!

There are tears for those who’ve fallen behind us. There are longing glances but never a backward step

Forward!

I am as the porcupine with its quills turned inward

Paining, piercing every part of my body

And yet somehow…mercilessly

Leaving a weaker, hardening heart….untouched!

And still I stand…

Healing, scarring, loving, weeping, praying….ever forward!….on this trail of fear….and of joy!

Carrying with me the promise of the One whose death will not diminish, but rather, replenish me…there…just down the road…forward!

 

©Randy Richmond Jan. 18, 2004

 

 

 

 

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71 st Transportation battalion reunion 2007 in Williamsburg, Virginia