Ruby Alexandra Beloz


In the park they will meet
Peace of heart is what they seek
From the memories that never leave
Of Brothers laying in fields of dust and bones

From all WARS so long ago
You know who they are
Some proudly wearing a WVF baseball cap
Some wearing Soldier’s faithful green

Some missing a arm or a led some sitting in a wheel chair
Some who forgot how smile long, long a go
Some trapped inside their minds own soul
Some wearing their medals where no one sees

In the park they will meet
One by one they find each other
No words never need to be said
They know each other from that 1,000 mile stare

Some will sit and play some cards
Other’s tell each other of their drinking tales
Some talk of the night that the Army kicked the Marines Ass
The Marine will say it just wasn’t so

But one thing is for sure
All of these Brothers of War
Love each other more than civvies will ever get to know
They are comrades of War and Brother’s of life

In the park they will meet
So if you see one my of brother’s
Walking all alone, stop him and thank him
For all he gave!

Even if he can not show it
He is silently smiling at you
He now knows someone finally gave a God dam!
Inside his soul gets closer to freedom

So if you see this band of brothers in the park
Sitting around playing chess, checkers or cards
Stop by and say hello, thank them for what they did
Thank them for your life and the freedom you breathe

Take a moment of silence to think of my Brother’s
Laying the fields of dust and bones
Pray for the ones that died all alone or:

In the beaches, and land of World War I
In beaches and land of World II
In the cold winter hills and snow of Korean
In the jungles or prison camps of Vietnam
In the sands of the Desert Storm
In the cities and deserts of Enduring Freedom
In the liberation of Iraqi Freedom

When you see them at the airports or in the harbors sailing in
Just take one moment to welcome them home
For the Soldiers that didn’t make it
Find your neighbor’s Father and Mother take them flowers

Tell them how proud you were of
Of their son or daughter
Thank them for the blood they gave
Thank them for the freedom you breathe!

“Hey Charlie! Hey Joe! Look, we got us some new checker players.”