Posted by
Scribbler on Thursday, December 07, 2006 1:23:32 PM
Where are the heroes of today? The young man wants to know.
They are here, I say, looking for fame and their own TV show.
Then I remember that down the lane and across the street
Is an old nursing home where the heroes' heart beats.
Some where there when the enemy came from a soft Sunday sky
Spewing their bloody destruction, thinking we couldn't reply.
It was December 7,1941 when the sons of the rising sun
Started a war they should never have begun.
Losses were terrible and over 2,000 men would never return
It taught us a lesson we should never have to relearn.
We were down for the count, our spirits bleak, the color of clay.
But six months later they had to say "Uncle" at a place called Midway.
Uncle Sam would fight other battles until the enemy chocked in his dust
While we paid homage to freedom and prayed, "In God We Trust."
I now remember we have a new generation of heroes true
Who are proud to fight for their colors:Red, White, and Blue.
While politicians cringe, quake, and look for any way out,
They put our "leaders" to shame with their cowardly doubt.
The Spirit of Pearl Harbor is with us today.
We can never forget the price some had to pay.
So, we remember Pearl Harbor. How can we forget?
Those who served and now serve we are forever in debt.