Brave Young Soldiers

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Looking back in time I remember all the fallen soldiers – husbands, fathers, sons and friends. Brave young soldiers each and every one. Afraid to die, and afraid to cry. Brave and innocent, and too young to die.

BRAVE YOUNG SOLDIERS

By Al Garcia

Looking back in time I remember all the fallen soldiers – husbands, fathers, sons and friends.  Brave young soldiers each and every one.  Afraid to die, and afraid to cry.  Brave and innocent, and too young to die.

Bravery is not taught or learned, it rises from the very depth of fear.  Bravery clings to the soul before it extinguishes the flame that keeps the dreams alive.  And I saw too many dreams fade and die.I saw too many flames dowsed with the blood and tears of unsought heroes.  And I heard the deafening silence that falls over the killing fields of war, and I felt the utter sense of exhaustion and relief in faces and in the dead eyes of those who walked way, and by those that looked back and saw only shattered remnants of lives that used to be.  Vietnam was not an easy place for young boys or young men to grow up or to dream.

Wars are never forgotten or erased from memories or from broken hearts.  War is the cruelest test of life.  It entices and deceives and then destroys the humanity within. 

But it is always the brave young soldiers who return that live the daily battle of memories that forever haunt the mind and pain the soul with reflections of war and death and friendships lost – cruelties that never seem to stop and never cease to wound the mind and heart – again and again.

Looking back in time I remember all the fallen soldiers – too young to die, but now no longer dreaming, no longer seeing the horror or feeling the pain of war and hate that betrayed their fragile being.  They sought no glory.  They merely marched into destiny.

Bravery has little to do with dying.  Yet each and every one of them must have felt, if even for an instant, the final sense of courage and valor and even peace before the final breath of life – the unsought gallantry of innocence. 

I still remember all the brave young soldiers . . . and all I feel as I recall those long lost days, are the tears that always fall into the emptiness of my soul.  For I never sensed the courage or the valor, nor have I ever felt the peace that I so long for, like all the brave young soldiers.


Submitted: May 22, 2021

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