composite material, ceramic matrix composites, inventor
In Memory of
I did not raise my son to die in some
at some invisible hand, around some strange tongues in a
How do you define patriotism in a war with lessening
But has it not always been so?
Where is the sacrifice for those who die
storming the castle gate?
Their glory is clean and bright, not the
the greater sacrifice of dying from some twist of fate.
But a parent's heart aches just the same, and a void
created is a void
How does a father grieve for a son lost to
cause, his belief?
How does a mother grieve for the son who was, but breathes
Has in not always been so?
Does not the enemy rejoice at our own
Yet we do not do the same?
But we claim a different God, a different faith, a
different land, a
Some things never change, yet we know this never makes it
So what then is the fallen's desire? He
choose to die, but die he did,
and we remain still with life to ask again – do our
beliefs cause such
We wrestle with the struggle, and struggle
the truth, or the lie:
Did not we who hold so dear our way of life,
not decide it's true and best to have a cause worth life,
and that the long old saying of our patriot fathers is
true and right,
that the tree of liberty is thus watered – with the blood
We pray that God will grass over this
and that the brokenness of our hearts might someday heal,
and though life itself will never be the same,
that the rolling years will ease the pain – without
loosing the memory
without losing the honor of the fallen's name.
We salute you, and your sacrifice, and all
who defend with might.
We claim that this nation – neither wrong nor right -
is worth defending, and is still being bought with life.
30 April 2007
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- 2014 Brad Starcevich