Over the years I’ve been blessed to interview dozens and dozens of World War II veterans–amazing men! They are my heroes. Here is a poem I wrote years ago for “my guys.”
(c) Tricia Goyer
I passed you on the street,
And did not know.
You are my grandfather,
And I did not ask.
I saw weak eyes,
Not realizing that inside was a warrior’s heart.
Tell me it is not too late, to thank you.
To applaud you.
Tell me it is not too late, to listen.
For your eyes have seen things,
Of soldiers and men.
And those hands,
Fought strong until they grasped freedom’s prize.
Those footsteps, steady and strong,
Once moved forward, facing death.
Realizing the cause was too great,
To stand and do nothing.
I will ask now.
And I will listen.
The warrior’s voice may tremble,
His eyes may tear.
But his stories will not be forgotten.
Remember to share your appreciation with a veteran today!