| Missing Man A flag of white and black, Woven from fields of cotton; Bears as a plaque, That you are not forgotten. Through losses of the attack, For Uncle Sam, We wait for souls to come back, From the jungles of Vietnam, To the deserts of Afghanistan, For freedom and honor you fight; On the seas near Japan, You are remembered by birthright. You are the missing man. You are a father, you are a son. Seized for freedoms plight, Unknown, taken by the barrel of a gun, Loved ones waiting to reunite. You are the man who fought for a nation, You are a man who deserves an ovation, You are part of this country�s foundation, Hidden in an unknown location. Missing in action, memories survive, Devoted lovers instill the hope; Faith in your life remains alive, As despair overwhelms, we try to cope. You are the missing man. Remembered by many, survived by few, How our lives have changed, Plans were faltered, thrown askew, Partners have left, gone estranged. But your life means so much, To us, family, and comradeship, The flag, the memorial to touch, Your duty, still remains a flagship. You are the martyr among men, A vision to look to in times of need, Describing your duty cannot even begin, You are a faculty of life, truly indeed. You are the missing man. The only soldier called absent, Your honor is the only decoration, The dignity is self evident, Karma will be your true vindication . To this country, all the things you�ve given, Your freedom, life, the ultimate sacrifice; That�s what keeps this country so driven, Yet somehow, the flag seems to under price. A simple cotton flag of black and white, Bears the symbol of the missing man, It doesn�t seem to be enough, not quite; But simply, a flag is where it all began. You, my comrade, are the missing man. I salute you. Copyright Todd Anderson June 19 2003 |
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| this is my latest poem, written for a friend in THE war,.. he lost a lot of his friends in war, this is dedicated to him. |
| for nicoli, a man with integrity |
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