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This is a collection of Joe P Gimenez writings

Some background

Joe Gimenez as he is known and Pat as he is known to others.

Is a true Islander from the island of St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands.

These writings will show you his true to life side .


J.P.G. Poems

Veterans ©

By Joseph P. Gimenez

 2010 for the Red Hook Series

Dedicated to countless men and women who defend our nation day and night!

 

Oh Beautiful for Spacious Skies for amber wave of grain…..

As the melody plays in his mind just 19 years old, and wearing a uniform that bears his name

The young soldier wonders what his tour will be? Will he return home safe or die in agony?

All this 19 year old American man can do is wait, and see what fate will be his destiny.

 

Joined by brothers the same age as he

His girlfriend left behind but she is free

He fights for the right of everyone here

Give him respect, don’t offend him, don’t dare.

 

Patiently he sits in the Helicopter on which his fate resides.

His heart thumps louder as his fear he tries to hide.

He knows that this may be a one way trip.

But the die has been cast, and all he can do is sit.

 

The Copter finally lands in a field of sand.

With a few trees around but not a sight of man.

The enemy lies waiting in a place unseen.

Their presence only revealed a wounded marine.

 

The bullets they ring from side to side.

The Copter takes off and there is no where to hide.

He shields himself and returns the fire.

But his buddies are falling, and his arms quickly tire.

 

He remembers his girlfriend, his family at home.

But this is no time for your mind to roam.

The mission at hand must be finished now.

But at 19 years old he didn’t know how.

 

Veterans all face the same risks as he.

Whether on land or the shining sea.

They give their lives for the cause to go on .

That’s why these words must be passed along.

 

Veterans are made of flesh not of steel.

They keep their thoughts secret but their hearts are for real.

They will quickly answer when our country calls.

No price is too high for our veterans at all.

 

So give our veterans the honor they are due.

They may be different but they are red white and blue.

For without them to keep freedom’ flag flying.

Many innocent people would surely be dying.

 

Veterans don’t ask for much I know .

But you hear of their valor where ever they go.

They don’t want a hand out just a helping hand.

For the price they have paid has saved our land.

 

So if you see a veteran on your way down some road.

Don’t forget he has shouldered the nations load.

He gave the best days of his life.

So our nation would not live in strife.

 

The Brave the Proud the Meek and the Mild.

They went in as youngsters just barely a child.

If they survive they are changed with the tasks.

Now give them respect for which none ever asks.

 

Veterans we will find all over our land .

They lie in hospitals with problems we can’t understand.

They have taken the blow that only veterans can take.

For the Red White and Blue they would not forsake.

 

The Flag is a symbol for which we all stand.

It has flown many years over our land.

With each red stripe a price was paid.

And a body in Arlington was peacefully laid.

 

So there you have it my friends left behind.

I served my country I did my time.

I went in harms way so that you could keep.

The thing we call liberty which is ever so sweet.