Stepping, strutting, a soldier’s stride
Chin up, chest out, dress right
Left foot beating the rhythm of our gait—
Swaggering oaks, we boys wrapped in the raiment of manhood
Marching into history with bodies molded for this moment.
We crowed the cadence call in one voice,
Our hearing, all it would ever be,
We saw so clearly, or so we thought.
Feeling, a luxury we could not abide,
Victory tasted more bitter than we expected,
And fear smelled different now.
We were the best, the selfless, the noble—
Spending our youth
Sacrificing our innocence
Spilling our lives—
Offering ourselves up in the service of others.
This poem was inspired by the words of Fr. Jim Conroy at the 2018 Veterans’ Retreat at Whitehouse Retreat. “We were the best, the noble, the selfless. We offered ourselves up in the service of others.”
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Lovely.
Thanks, Linda.