A friend sent me the following poem, so I decided to post it here for the holiday. She did not know who the author is, so I can not give due credit to the writer.
How kind of you to remember my friend
And lay flowers by his grave to commend
Past deeds he’d done to save comrades lives
Posthumous honors appreciated by them and their wives
You annually commemorate and on him bestow
Many accolades but only we his comrades know
Every path he crossed leaving cover behind
Moved by the thick of dark that he might find
Our enemies’ locations and returned before light
Risked it all to give us a better chance to fight
I was there that night he said he’ll be back
All was dismal; we were retreating from an attack
Lives had been lost and ours were sure to be gone
Death was a certainty by the break of dawn
And though he never returned he led the enemy astray
You’re kind to remember him and make this a Happy Memorial Day