We Veterans owe a great debt to our medical caretakers and all the employees, who make up our Heath Care System! I will never forget your dedication for other veterans and me. I dedicate this page to all the employees of Temple V.A. especially Temple Women's Clinic, Dr. Muk, a veteran too, and Nurse Wanda, Nurse Ada, Nurse Fsaala, and all the secretaries, doctors, PACs, and nurses Of Women's Clinic too! I Love Ya All! God Bless Ya All Poet Dorothy Says Thanks!
BEYOND THE FOOTPRINTS
Bloodthirsty a war dragon issues another decree. The battle has started; bodies are soaked in gore. Innocent lives are taken, another part of history, Recorded in the books as many battles before.
Army, Navy, Marines, Coast Guard, and Air Force, Soldiers of freedom are they all. Their bravery has altered the Communistic course, Causing the enemy to have a great fall.
Not forgotten are the families, victims of war, Left to survive beyond the footprints left forever alone, Many lives were changed by the horrific battles of lore. The battle ground with soldiers' blood has been sown.
Beyond the footprints pain is etched forever in memory. Countless soldier’s blood bought freedom without being bound. Many wear the scars of the battle after the reveille, Unable to shed the uniform after the final taps sound.
On this special day July 1, Canada Day is celebrated once called Dominion Day till 1982. I wrote this poem for this holiday. I wrote this for the many Canadians I know Betty Sis Penny Sis and Shana Sis and their families and for a very special boy, my Mason Betty’s grandson the new future. Love ya muahhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis
CANADIAN PRIDE
We stand tall for our country with Canadian pride. In our hearts beat the true adoration felt. In World War II innocence insured our freedom’s abide. Many soldiers gave their lives to retain this precious veldt.
Our voices sing our anthem filled with our country’s patriotism, Rejoicing in words our freedom and gratitude. Led not by any terrorists or communism, No one is allowed our Canadian pride to intrude.
Majestic mountains and forests offer a pleasing domain, Granting a serenity and hope to the future generation. Our Canadian pride will never see any refrain, It will always leave a feeling of veneration.
We will for our country always care, Our honor extending beyond any occasional blight. Our Canadian pride will always be the torch we bear. Proud soldiers protecting our country in any fight.
Always to be remembered for the attack led, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor with such cunning, Leaving it burning with over three thousand soldiers hurt or dead. Ships were slaughtered by bombs and Japanese fighters.
In infamy to be remembered a dastard deed against our country. Caught unaware the devastation was so great,Sailors lay drifting in the waters shelled by the enemy. Many fell beyond the hands of fate.
American leaders couldn’t see where the enemy would hit. Only that the Japanese was planning revenge. The soldiers stood true showing courage and spirit. Their tragic act was war's opening hinge.
The doors were opened; America declared war sadly. Many more would die for the cause of freedom. Pearl Harbor will be remembered for the blow to our country. All the lives lost and injured can’t ever be replaced.
I heard the screams; the agony remains steadfast in my mind. The Japanese were shooting mortars; I saw the land aflame. Desperately in molten rubble of a tank, survivors I tried to find. Wishing for a miracle, I called upon the Lord’s name.
On the other side of the melted mass I heard a feeble cry. An entrapped soldier's leg was on fire, a terrible wound to bear. The acrid smell of burning flesh, the odor was a horrible decry Throwing sand on the burning leg, I heard his agonizing screams of despair.
Opening an alcohol packet, I administered a pain shot to put him to sleep. I called upon the Lord’s name; finally he slipped in a painful slumber. Removing his pants leg, no skin was left, a charred bone, wounds deep. Convulsing he was gone; I laid his dogtags on a piece of charred lumber.
Sitting in the sand I cried openly, my tears a brief release. “Lord, I ask you why does war have to torture so?” Looking down from heaven, he laid on the soldier’s heart a gift of peace, A cherished bible verse, the radio crackled, he knew he must go.
Our Warriors Past And Present Has Given Us The Gift Of Freedom! They paid the ultimate price for us to be safe! I honor all veterans, past and present, who continue to give all!
INDEPENDENCE
Footprints left in history lead us onward, Our freedom was the victory bought, Precious blood was the record. Many perilous battles were fought.
Independence was the cry heard throughout the land, Many brave warriors answered the battle call, Fighting the controlling dictator’s evil hand, Where many innocent victims always fall. Footprints of new soldiers still lead us onward. Our freedom is still being bought, The loss of lives is how victory is scored, Always another battle will be fought.
I must stand fast on the battleground, On a rescue mission to recapture an air pilot downed. We are surrounded by many enemy dressed in blue. Fear has made me tremble inside anew.
Only God can see my tears as I cry, Knowing many of my platoon will die. I hear the discharge of the machine gun, Much blood will be shed before this battle is won.
A grenade is thrown at the machine gun crew, They barely knew when the gunpowder blew. My saddened eyes look around at the dead, Reaching down to touch the comrade who still bled.
Only God sees my tears as I cry, On another place many more will die. Far-off I hear another machine gun’s deadly alarm, As I walk toward the captain shot in the right arm.
Picking up my equipment I follow the bloody trail, Weeping in my heart I knew I mustn’t fail. Only God could hear me when I cried, Looking upon the many soldiers who had died.
A Christmas Soldier has given up his holiday. To protect his country, Despite the danger involved, His wish is to stop tyranny.
Mail call, no letter or presents from home. No Christmas tree with decoration. Noisy barracks fail to appease the homesick heart. No Christmas spirit of elation.
No presents under the Christmas tree. Stockings hung filled with goodies in their toe, Or a dinner to satisfy the holiday hunger. No decorations for cheerful show.
Some soldiers lay in foxholes on alert. Rations are their only meal. Peril is their bedside companion, No holiday comfort is the deal.
Yet the greatest gift, A Christmas Soldier can give, Is his dedication to his country. Courageously he will give his life, To stop the innocent from tyranny.
The helicopter’s drone was welcome to the poor soldier’s ears. He had lain alone and was suffering in the damp, shedding silent tears. That morning he had been sent out on a mission to set up trick wire. All around the compound was the sniper’s fire. Early in the morning , He prayed to the Lord to keep me safe in his arms. Let nothing disturb his peace or cause harms. While praying He was shot in the back, and both legs, he was down. Lying on a belly, he came across my own trick wire.
Suffering and alone, he lay there crawling on his belly, blistering flies biting his back. It was nightfall before a recon mission found the wounded soldier, his prayers didn't slack! Praying a glad prayer, he was on a stretcher, headed on an Evac helicopter. At the hospital he was operated on his faith was his healing story.