Eleven minutes to the
Eleventh hour of the
Eleventh day of the
Eleventh month of the year, the
Roll Call, of those who died in the past
Eleventh months, begins.
Eleven o’clock is when it finally ends, as
Eleven men render the final salute to fallen friends:
One Chaplain prays to Heaven for lives lost and save from Hell.
Seven men fire volleys and folded the flag so well
One sergeant-in-charge takes the flag and inserted the fallen shells
One officer-in-charge then takes the flag and secured it for the day
One soldier -- a bugler then played sweet Taps to sing these souls away.
There are
Eleven letters that spells this memorable day
for those who served and fought with pride
as the honorable
V-E-T-E-R-A-N-S D-A-Y!
by
First Sergeant James A. Porter, U. S. Army (ret.)
This poem, along with several other relating to American men and women in war were republished today in honor of veterans day. Its original title was For Fallen Comrades, and it was published in My Country in Distress in 2007, and this blog in October,2010, entitled VETERANS DAY...for fallen comrades (Part 1).
