Inspirational Writings

INVISIBLE SOLDIER
by Sarge Lintecum

You can tell her by the twinkle in her eye,
At parades when the flag marches by.
She served our country and she served it very well.
Some have even served a tour or two in Hell.
She suffered hardship and never ceased to care.
It gave us strength just to know that she was there.
She was a leader, you could tell by the rank she wore,
But she became the invisible soldier after the war.
She can march, she can fly, and she can sail.
She proved that bravery isn’t exclusive of the male.
She did every job she was asked and more,
But she became the invisible soldier after the war.
Now, it is finally time to right a wrong.
Honor our sister soldier; hear her song.
It’s very clear that she’s a patriot to the core.
Don’t let her be the invisible soldier anymore.

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Own The Moment 

Take advantage of life’s opportunities and seize control of the future you want.

When our goal is in sight,
There is something that emerges,
Our goal is in sight,
But our moment is too,
There are times we may falter,
But we must keep pushing through,
Our lives depend on it,
The moment comes from within,
Within all the efforts we do,
It is our time,
Our life and destiny has arrived,
There is no holding us back,
But ourselves,
We must own the moment,
Leave everything else behind,
Take control,

And own the moment.

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THE BALLAD OF A WOMAN VETERAN

I was a soldier, a fighter tried and true.
You do not remember me, but I went there for you.
I had my share of combat; I saw the blood and gore.
But somehow I am forgotten when they talk about the war.

I was just a frightened kid, fresh out of school,
When I volunteered to go, my friends called me a fool.
I believed in my country and all it stood for;
I believed I would be remembered when they told about the war.

But everything seemed different when I got to the war zone.
The men had their buddies, but I felt all alone.
I was true to my country, and all that it stood for,
I was true to my country, faithful to the core.
But I began to feel excluded when I came home from the war.

I was erased from your memory but the cruelest of ploys.
You do not recognize me ’cause I am not one of the boys.
I am the woman who saved you were at death’s door.
But God! Do not forget me when you tell about the war.

They say that we were not real soldiers, even though our blood was spilled.
They forgot about our wounded, they forgot about our killed.
Some say that we just partied there and enjoyed our grisly chore.
I resent those lies about me when they tell about the war.

Women have war stories we desperately need to tell.
They are not very pretty and they are painful as hell;
Now reduced to cold statistics of long-forgotten wars.

From the days of the Revolution and the bloody Civil War,
In the world-wide confrontations, the uniform I wore.
In the battles of Korea and the jungles of Viet Nam,
Do not tell me now I was not there; I know who I am.

I am a woman and a veteran and I say it with pride;
I gave the very best I had, there is nothing I need to hide.
I have the right to know that the burden I bore
Will always be remembered when they tell about the war.

Author Unknown