The Lion's Pride Volume 9 (January 2018)

Reflection in My Time Brie Blackstone I wrote this piece as a reflection of World War II, though I am not old enough to have lived through it. The stories and the images touch my heart. I believe we cannot thank the soldiers, the leaders, the families, the friends and unsung heroes enough. We, also, have to remember the lost and those that have no names. We honor them by remembering the past and telling future generations of the sacrifices that were made. Thank you to all. Here stands the flag, so strong and true Over the ship where they lie entombed Here are the words, chiseled in stone Rows of those who have gone Home Here is the tomb guarded for all to see Unknown is the name given to him beneath Here is an old man in a faded baseball hat WWII veteran sewn in yellow into the cap Here are the stories so rare to hear For memories of their fallen comrades they hold dear Here is the film that shows us storm Normandy Scattered bodies on beach front property Here is the pain that can never be taken away For we all remember the day which lives in infamy Here is to the families that have loved ones buried overseas Never to be brought back to the land of the free

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