All Those Crosses

All those white crosses stand in a row
on nameless hills in Europe,
in fields of France,
on beaches too.
All those white stones stand in a row
on the green lawns at Arlington
and 1000 more cemeteries.
Rows of names are chiseled
into that big black wall.
All those lives are gone.
All are heroes to someone.
All those white crosses stand in a row.

All those white crosses;
final resting places for our young men.
Strong and steadfast they stood.
All those white crosses stand in a row
showing they gave everything for us.
All those white crosses bear witness
to those we love but can’t bring back.
Very few of the old soldiers are left now.
We can feel their sadness,
because they know
soon another generation
will be commemorated;
simple white crosses standing in a row.

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Lou, a Christian grateful for Jesus’ gift to him, was born and raised in the western hills of Maine, then spent 20 plus years wandering the country and world in the United States Air Force. Maine Department of American Legion’s Historian, he is a photographer and stringer for The Maine Trust for Local News, published poet and short story writer who pens faith-based devotionals. He lives in Rumford, Maine. He is author of an anthology of poems based upon his military career entitled: Dimly Seen Through The Mists, and a book of faith-based poems entitled: My Lighthouse In Troubled Times, available through Pen It! Publications. He can be reached at mbsphotog@yahoo.com or his Facebook Page.

As the Voice of the Veteran Community, The Havok Journal seeks to publish a variety of perspectives on a number of sensitive subjects. Unless specifically noted otherwise, nothing we publish is an official point of view of The Havok Journal or any part of the U.S. government.