|Taps for the Fallen Brave|
|Take sweet rest now, my dearest brother|
Who's given the gift of life to another
As we play taps o'er our fallen brave
O'er a brother who went forth the world to save.
Live now in everlasting peace
With true glory that will never cease
At long last of life's vile torment free
Hear now taps sweet melody.
Patriotism fills my heart now melancholy
With a soldier's rhapsody
Who helped keep freedom free.
Before thee now, I bow, on bended knee
Majestic taps playing sweetly
O'er thy sacred heroes grave
Honoring thee, fallen in battle brave
Honoring he who went where angels fear to tread
Who shed sweet essence bubbling red
Thrust into a hell sweet and sour bled.
Hear now the bugle play soft and sweet
Sadly forlorn its martial beat
Taps now bestowing
Deep respect in hearts glowing
Mournful notes final honor showing
For a frail life torn wickedly asunder
Torn through war's mighty veil of thunder.
I hear your marching feet
In the honeyed melody bittersweet.
I feel your soul in air breathed free
You gave for your country.
In the bugle's solemn refrain, I see your smile
A smile that lightened your way o'er many a mile.
O, honor this patch of earth now by thee sweetened
Salute a brother sent to preserve freedom's trampled
Who gave his life for all to save
From the core of a goodly heart brave
Pay final tribute
To a man steadfast and strong, in duty resolute.
Remember his sweet memory
His life lived not for himself, but for thee
Wipe away now that lonely tear
Weep ye not over his tragic bier.
He's passed through gossamer wings of a veil sheer
Deployed to celestial courts on high
Where in repose sweet heroes lie...
Where God is nigh.
Death has no sting in victory...
He's honored now by angels in gloried assembly
Warrior brothers forming an honor guard of glory
For from the eternities, he did not die!
You'll join hearts and souls again, by and by
With the reunion of soldiers who finally know...
The answer to a soldier's eternal question, why?
|By Gary Jacobson|
Listed October 18, 2010
About Author... In 1966-67, Gary Jacobson served with B Co 2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry in Vietnam as a combat infantryman and is the recipient of the Purple Heart.
Gary, who resides in Idaho writes stories he hopes are never forgotten, perhaps compelled by a Vietnamese legend that says, "All poets are full of silver threads that rise inside them as the moon grows large." So Gary says he writes because "It is that these silver threads are words poking at me – I must let them out. I must! I write for my brothers who cannot bear to talk of what they've seen and to educate those who haven't the foggiest idea about the effect that the horrors of war have on boys-next-door."
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