He came across his uniform,
While rummaging through a closet,
Thinking back, with it over his arm -
Just how many years ago was it?
The Ike jacket, too snug now to wear,
Brought memories to him of parades,
Especially, the march through Times Square,
All the wild cheering and accolades.
Never, since then, had he felt such pride,
Bass drum beating cadence, head held high,
Brothers in arms strutting by his side,
Crowd saluting as the flag passed by.
Up front, rippling red, white and blue,
The banner brought moisture to his eyes.
His nation had called, and he’d come through,
Although, at times, he’d feared otherwise.
Reflecting then, he gave humble thanks,
That he had returned to see this day.
So many no longer filled those ranks,
For the ultimate price did they pay.
Reverently, he rehangs the coat,
Over the stripes, brushes his finger.
Those martial days now seem remote,
Yet on Veterans Day, thoughts linger.