White Marble Markers - Poem by JOHNNY COBB
The western world is free today
But this freedom came with a cost.
As the ultimate sacrifice
Millions of our 'bravest' were lost.
Because it was the right thing to do
Americans have fought in two world wars.
By the time freedom had been secured
We had left too many on foreign shores.
Across four sprawling continents
Our servicemen and women have trod.
White marble markers remember
Their final resting place in the sod.
We honor those men who have served us
With rows of white silent sentinels.
On gently rolling hills and green farm lands
In east Belgium near Henri-Chapelle.
Untold tales of courage and valor
Remain buried with them, in the past.
Til that day we'll be reunited
When we hear the final trumpet's blast.
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