Amber & Tom Stevens
Northwood, Iowa
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Hands of Heroes
Today I held the Hand of Hero,
unnoticed by the walk of many;
of past sacrifice given on ground zero.
A Soldier of 18 years young,
marching on the grounds of hell;
bringin' up the rear carryin' a gun
The unfamiliar damp- wet- nauseatin' smell
humid hot day air – cold nights restin' in warm water holes;
on the grounds of hell.
Sounds of the radio callin' for positions of last,
air support droppin' bombs
quakes the earth wrought with death with every blast.
The Valley of Death leaves no time for tears,
orange red lights illuminating shadows of bodies in the dark;
as enemy fire zings past his ears,
The Apostle Creed held close to his heart,
Psalms 1:23 is recited often from his lips;
The Rifleman's Creed living in his hands plays its part.
He protected our freedom at his cost-
A Soldier marked for life with ghosts that trail,
Many memories- some of those are of who he lost;
The last entry is just a fraction of what he gave.
Now as I hold the hand of a Hero,
I took notice,
of the past sacrifices given on ground zero.
I love you Dad
~your daughter~
“Aldernado Brat”
Amber M Stevens
8-28-09