Ode to the Soldier
Across the sea, a jungle green,
A young man fought, a sight unseen.
My father, there, in Vietnam’s hold,
A story etched, a heart of gold.
The weight of war, a heavy pack,
He carried burdens on his back.
The sounds of fire, the cries of pain,
Aching memories, etched like rain.
But courage bloomed where shadows fell,
He faced his fears and fought them well.
For comrades’ sake, for duty’s call,
He stood his ground, he gave his all.
And when he came back home at last,
The war’s grim toll, a shadowed past.
Unspoken battles, burdens deep,
Yet in his eyes, a love to keep.
He built a life, a world anew,
The strength he bore, shone clear and true.
My father, soldier, quiet, strong,
In him, I see where I belong.
This ode to him, a whispered pride,
For all he faced, for all he tried.
A son’s respect, a heart’s embrace,
For the hero’s journey, etched on his face.
