A Hero Comes Home

May God Bless the hero.

May God Bless the hero.

A Hero Comes Home

The whistle echoed

throughout the hills,

long before the train appeared.

That let us know

that you were home,

and soon, that we’d stand near.


Not long ago

you left us here,

to seek your spirit true.

Adventure called,

you answered back.

And now, your quest is through.


You proved yourself

to one and all,

of the man you were inside.

And proof no more

could you have gave,

than on the day you died.


Now, they came to us

with faces solemn,

their uniforms pressed and creased.

To express to us,

their heartfelt sorrow.

That your son, is now deceased.”


They told us of a battle,


and bravely done.

They told us of a hero,

and that hero,

was our son.


They said that you’d

be coming home,

and on this morning’s train.

With escort

and full Honors,

for you, the hero slain.


And so here we stand

with pride and pain,

for our hero’s home at last.

But, we wish to God

that for just this once,

that we could change the past.


Jack Downing

Oct. 2012

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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