Oh withered tree, I cry out from beneath your pillars of wood, a lonely song.
I was a man, a husband, father and a patriot.
Dutifully resigned by sworn oath,
To serve, protect and defend my country.
Going to war, many times I realized not only its savage fury,
But the pointlessness of killing my fellow man,
For the sake of an ideology,
Or the consumption of power.
I rest now, hit by insanities bullet,
I lie beneath this oak,
My thoughts remain,
Yet, with hurt feelings of being forsaken by others.
Remember, I am the reason today’s freedom rings on.
Celebrate MY sacrifice,
Through the remembrance of of my fellow brethren,
And perhaps a prayer, to renew MY faith, and for an end to ALL conflict.