David G. Bancroft

OUR WOUNDED

They have given dearly for our country’s sake,
Thankfully escaping the fallen’s wake,
Many returning to duty and doing the same,
While others come home still fighting the pain.

Oh, so many have spilt their blood,
Leaving a hand, arm, leg, or more in the red mud,
Seldom pointing the finger of blame
Keeping their heads high with no shame.

They go forward with their lives,
Even if the memory cuts like many knives,
Comforted by the support of family and friends,
Who are there with no pretense.

So, remember these unsung ones too,
Who were wounded doing their part,
And earned their Purple Heart,
As they surely deserve our pride and gratitude.

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