The Mother of the VET
Since man became a warrior before deeds were written down. He
Indulged in legal slaughter to take the higher ground... There's always been the question, who served their country best. The Mother of the Vet.
When you 're in the heat of battle and the hand of death is near, There is always someone with you to help you through the fear, Not a soldier or
a sailor but one who serves no less... The Mother of the Vet.
When ever Veterans gather reflect on battles past, of gory days and glory days... we hold our memories fast, we toast each other's valor but there's one we all forget The Mother of the Vet.
So when swords are fumed to plowshares, and the world is safe from fear, the one who served the longest will wipe away her tears, Once again the gods will ask.. Who was bravest and the best... And the dogs of war will answer... SIR... The Mother of the Vet.
For this Veterans Day, and all the future Veterans Days, I dedicate this
Poem to those who never heard the command "Cease fire" but never the less served with the best: The Mother of the Vet.
