Today a soldier came home not marching down the street to waves and cheers but in a box covered with a flag of Red, White and Blue<\/p>\n
the flags are at half staff And the people line the road home with bowed heads and tears in their eyes For a soldier came home today<\/p>\n
As the hearse came to its final stop His brothers in olive green gathered round They gently lifted that flag draped box and then carried him, and gently put him down<\/p>\n
Mother, Father and family followed in with tears flowing down There was a silence, that screamed with pain for all knew a great loss for a soldier came home today<\/p>\n
Why did he have to die? The question rings out He was so full young and full of life There was so much he had to offer, And yet he went to fight for what he felt was right always knowing full well that he might be asked to make that supreme sacrifice.<\/p>\n
He is home now and soon He will lie with those other Honoured dead in that hallowed ground Called Arlington A soldier has come home today.<\/p>\n
Este poema contrasta conmovedoramente el regreso triunfal anticipado con la sombr\u00eda realidad del viaje final a casa de un soldado en la muerte. Habla del duelo de la comunidad, el dolor de la familia y el alto precio del sacrificio, visualizando el descanso final en tierra sagrada como Arlington.<\/p>\n
Descansando en Paz y Promesa<\/h2>\n
Temas de paz eterna y la promesa de resurrecci\u00f3n ofrecen consuelo a quienes lloran a los veteranos. Estos poemas hablan desde una perspectiva espiritual, ofreciendo esperanza y consuelo de que los ca\u00eddos est\u00e1n en un lugar mejor, con su servicio completado.<\/p>\n
Fallen Heroes<\/h3>\n
by Joyce Atkinson<\/em><\/p>\n From the time I was conceived God had for me a plan He wanted me to get involved to help my fellow man I know some were against it but God knows what is best Since the day He took me home I\u2019ve had perfect rest Heaven is so beautiful I\u2019m walking streets of gold Now I\u2019m serving others including saints of old I know some still have anger about the way I died But God and I both have seen the many tears you have cried He is a God of comfort whose love will never cease Give your feelings to Him and He will give you peace As difficult as it may be please don\u2019t hold a grudge Remember this my loved ones God alone will judge Then on that resurrection day when all the dead will rise; the Lord will reunite us together in the skies So don\u2019t give up my loved ones my memory is still alive Put your trust in the Lord; I know you will survive!<\/p>\n Este poema, escrito desde la perspectiva de un h\u00e9roe ca\u00eddo, brinda un mensaje de prop\u00f3sito divino y paz eterna. Anima a los seres queridos a encontrar consuelo en la fe y la promesa de la reuni\u00f3n, enmarcando la muerte del veterano como una transici\u00f3n a un descanso perfecto y servicio continuo en el cielo.<\/p>\n La memoria de los veteranos y su sacrificio perdura, dando forma a las naciones a las que sirvieron. Estos poemas se centran en el impacto duradero de sus acciones y el compromiso de los vivos para recordar su valor.<\/p>\n by Robert Laurence Binyon<\/em><\/p>\n With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.<\/p>\n Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears.<\/p>\n They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe.<\/p>\n They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.<\/p>\n They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England\u2019s foam.<\/p>\n But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night;<\/p>\n As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.<\/p>\n El ic\u00f3nico poema de Binyon, a menudo recitado en ceremonias de recuerdo, ofrece un tributo atemporal a los soldados que murieron en servicio. Destaca su juventud, coraje y compromiso inquebrantable, culminando en la poderosa promesa: “No envejecer\u00e1n… Los recordaremos.” El poema asegura que su memoria permanece vibrante, como estrellas en el cielo nocturno, conectada para siempre al coraz\u00f3n de su patria.<\/p>\n Autor Desconocido<\/em><\/p>\n Unselfishly, you left your fathers and your mothers, You left behind your sisters and your brothers. Leaving your beloved children and wives, You put on hold, your dreams-your lives.<\/p>\n On foreign soil, you found yourself planted To fight for those whose freedom you granted. Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost But you carried onward, no matter the cost.<\/p>\n Many horrors you had endured and seen. Many faces had haunted your dreams. You cheered as your enemies littered the ground; You cried as your brothers fell all around.<\/p>\n When it was over, you all came back home, Some were left with memories to face all alone; Some found themselves in the company of friends As their crosses cast shadows across the land.<\/p>\n Those who survived were forever scarred Emotionally, physically, permanently marred. Those who did not now sleep eternally \u2018Neath the ground they had given their lives to keep free.<\/p>\n With a hand upon my heart, I feel The pride and respect; my reverence is revealed In the tears that now stream down my upturned face As our flag waves above you, in her glory and grace.<\/p>\n Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave Pain and death was the price that you ultimately paid. Every day, I give my utmost admiration To those who had fought to defend our nation.<\/p>\n Este poema an\u00f3nimo habla directamente del sacrificio realizado por los veteranos, reconociendo el costo personal para ellos y sus familias. Pinta un cuadro v\u00edvido de las dificultades soportadas y el precio final pagado por aquellos que murieron, concluyendo con una expresi\u00f3n sincera de gratitud y admiraci\u00f3n de una naci\u00f3n agradecida.<\/p>\n M\u00e1s all\u00e1 de su servicio, los veteranos siempre llevaron consigo la identidad de un soldado. Estos poemas reflexionan sobre esa parte inherente de quienes eran, incluso en la vida civil o en la muerte.<\/p>\n by George L. Skypeck<\/em><\/p>\n I was that which others did not want to be.<\/p>\n I went where others feared to go, and did what others failed to do.<\/p>\n I asked nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness should I fail.<\/p>\n I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment\u2019s love.<\/p>\n I have cried, pained, and hoped but most of all, I have lived times others would say were best forgotten.<\/p>\n At least someday I will be able to say that I was proud of what I was. A soldier.<\/p>\n La poderosa narrativa en primera persona de George L. Skypeck encarna la perspectiva \u00fanica de un soldado. Habla del camino desafiante que eligieron, los riesgos inherentes, las duras realidades enfrentadas y el profundo orgullo por su identidad como soldado. Este poema es un tributo adecuado al esp\u00edritu central de un veterano.<\/p>\n by Timothy Emmons<\/em><\/p>\n I lay here today a soldier I know some don\u2019t understand I will try to explain So maybe you can I served my country For many a year I retired long ago The soldier still here<\/p>\n I put on my uniform I wore it to foreign lands The soldier I was Is still in the man<\/p>\n I have been a husband, father, and friend To some of you here But I\u2019ve been a soldier all along Even after so many a year<\/p>\n My final salute I render today I\u2019m still a soldier I\u2019m just on my way.<\/p>\n El poema de Timothy Emmons expresa bellamente el impacto duradero del servicio militar en la identidad de un veterano. Transmite que incluso despu\u00e9s de la jubilaci\u00f3n, la esencia de ser soldado sigue siendo parte integral de su ser. La estrofa final sirve como una conmovedora despedida, afirmando que el viaje del soldado contin\u00faa, incluso en la muerte.<\/p>\n Al enfrentar la p\u00e9rdida de un veterano, las preguntas de ‘por qu\u00e9’ son naturales. Algunos poemas abordan el significado detr\u00e1s del sacrificio, centr\u00e1ndose en el honor y la creencia.<\/p>\n Autor Desconocido<\/em><\/p>\n Far above the storm clouds gathering Far above that midnight sky Looking out just past the rainbow Where eagles dare not fly.<\/p>\n Out among the ashes Of heroes long since past I will take my place among them When that final die is cast.<\/p>\n Let not your heart be troubled That\u2019s what I\u2019ve always heard But I stood for what I believed in With these my final words.<\/p>\n For in this life but few things matter In this short time that we have here Leaving nothing behind but our honour The thing we hold most dear.<\/p>\n Este poema reflexivo considera el lugar de los ca\u00eddos entre los h\u00e9roes del pasado, enfatizando la importancia de la convicci\u00f3n y el honor. Sugiere que el sacrificio supremo de un veterano se arraig\u00f3 en una creencia profunda, dejando atr\u00e1s un legado de honor que trasciende su breve tiempo en la Tierra.<\/p>\n Elegir poemas apropiados para veteranos fallecidos nos permite expresar profundo respeto y dolor mientras celebramos su dedicaci\u00f3n y sacrificio. Estos poemas ofrecen diferentes perspectivas \u2013 desde el sombr\u00edo regreso a casa hasta el perdurable legado de honor. Proporcionan consuelo, incitan a la reflexi\u00f3n y aseguran que la memoria de quienes sirvieron permanezca v\u00edvida y apreciada. A trav\u00e9s del verso, podemos mantener vivas sus historias y honrar a los soldados que dieron todo.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"El Legado Inolvidable<\/h2>\n
For The Fallen<\/h3>\n
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Soldados silueteados al atardecer, representando el recuerdo y el sacrificio por los veteranos fallecidos.<\/em><\/p>\nIn Su Honor<\/h3>\n
La Identidad del Veterano<\/h2>\n
Soldier<\/h3>\n
Still A Soldier<\/h3>\n
Encontrando Significado en el Sacrificio<\/h2>\n
Why<\/h3>\n
Conclusi\u00f3n<\/h2>\n