Who Fight For Our Liberty Against Terrorism.
God Bless & Keep Them Safe.
AMERICA'S FINEST HOUR
The mighty gun's roar,
On that faraway shore,
Reverberates in hearts across our homeland.
The enemy, of course,
Has underestimated our fighting force.
For" in God we trust" as united we stand!
"America's finest hour",
Isn't through her military power.
Her strength is gained when her people pray!
And when liberty is at stake even on a foreign shore,
She will rise once more,
Proudly to fight another day!
Robert F. Dotson ©2001
OF WAR AND PEACE
As the old year comes to a close,
Only God in heaven knows,
Just what the future holds in store.
For clouds of war rise,
And fill the skies,
Over our once calm and peaceful shore.
Soon our precious soldier boys,
Will have no other choice,
Than to answer their country's call.
They will stand side by side,
With patriotic pride,
And ultimately give their all.
Friend, I've heard tell,
That war is hell,
Though I've never experienced it first hand.
I've never heard the siren's call,
Or watched the bombs fall,
Devastating the land.
Up to this present day,
Most of us in the U.S.A.,
Have been sheltered from this hideous sight.
We've never faced the enemies gun,
Or been on the run,
Trying to hide in the night.
Oh, God please take things in hand,
And protect our land!
Cause these atrocities to cease.
If You bare your mighty arm,
And deliver us from harm,
Only then shall we have peace!
Robert F. Dotson © 2002
FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE
In my mind's eye I see row after row,
Of crosses and Stars of David below,
Covering the peaceful rolling countryside.
Each man's purpose was the same.
It was for the sake of freedom they came,
And for freedom every one of them died.
Dear God, they were so very young,
And "their song was not yet sung."
Their lives ended much too fast.
But, though they are dead and gone,
Their memory lingers on,
Over the fifty long years that have passed!
'Twas for the Red, White, and Blue,
And a people they never knew,
That they laid their lives on the line.
Ah, but it wasn't just for them, you know,
That the red blood did flow.
It was for everyone's freedom including yours and mine!
So let us lift the banners high!
Their memory shall never die!
Long may the ship of freedom sail!
And wherever "Old Glory" flies,
Brave men will still rise,
That freedom may long prevail!
Robert F. Dotson © 1995
LIBERTY
Seeing "Old Glory" waving high,
And proudly 'neath a clear blue sky,
Is a vivid reminder that people will die,
For Liberty.
From the glory days of old,
We still hear the stories told,
Of heroes who waxed brave and bold,
For Liberty!
Red and yellow, black and white,
Have joined together in the fight,
To champion the cause of right,
And Liberty!
So with God, our Sovereign in command,
Let brotherhood reign across our land!
Then, together we shall ever stand,
For Liberty!
Robert F. Dotson ©1998
"THE CHOSIN FEW"
They call us "the Chosin Few!"
And in case you wonder why they do,
Please, listen as I tell you our story.
Friend, war is a deadly game.
We weren't in it for the fame.
Ah, and history will record there was no glory.
In Korea, a place called Chosin,
We were hungry and nearly frozen,
As our blood turned the snow a bright red.
We repelled countless attacks,
Without turning our backs.
There was no time to bury our dead.
Going into battle we were relatively strong.
But the odds were we wouldn't last long.
For we were outnumbered by the other side.
But we faced the test,
And gave it our best,
As we fought for precious freedom with pride!
Even yet today we wonder why,
Some of our number had to die,
While others came home from that terrible land.
But, God Who is aware when a sparrow falls,
Undoubtedly heard our comrade's calls,
And He and He alone understands.
In a parade when we pass by,
With the flag waving high,
And our eyes steadily fastened on "Old Glory,"
Please give us a hand.
For now you understand,
Since you've heard from our lips the true story!
Robert F. Dotson ©1996
HONOR DELAYED
Patriotic
As Brad and his comrades stepped down from the plane,
Voices from the crowd yelled, "You must have been insane!"
"What did you guys even come back to America for?"
Such was their welcome home from the Vietnam War.
Although Brad was hurting deep down inside,
He tried to take their hateful comments in stride.
Their comments cut him like a knife.
So, he rushed to the arms of Lisa, his wife.
Next to his darling was a sight that made him glad!
His little boy held a sign that said, "Welcome home, Dad!"
The three of them ran to a waiting car and sped away!
That was exactly twenty years ago yesterday!
As he was driving home Brad thought, "Why me?"
"I was just a skinny kid from Tennessee,"
"When I volunteered to represent America, my homeland."
"This hostility toward us I just don't understand."
In the following days, Brad found refuge in Lisa's arms.
And he eventually fell into the routine of life on the farm!
The medals he had received in the Vietnam War,
Were tucked out of sight upstairs in a dresser drawer.
The responsibility of being a dad to his son, Tim,
Took Brad's mind off the past and was good for him!
Over the years Brad's bad memories had begun to fade.
But then an important decision had to be made!
Brad was invited to be in the Fourth of July celebration,
In honor of all those who had served our nation!
Lisa said, "Brad, you should go for your own sake,"
"But, that is a decision only you can make!"
"Honey, whatever you decide to do,"
"The Lord and I will stand by you!"
Well, on the evening of July third,
Brad's patriotic spirit was stirred!
So, he went upstairs and brought his medals down!
Then he said, "Tomorrow let's all go to town!"
"You see, there's a parade I want to be in!"
At his announcement Lisa and Tim began to grin!
On the Fourth of July there was a clear blue sky,
As everywhere "Old Glory" was waving high!
The parade had floats galore and a high school band,
Along with veterans of each war from across the land!
They proudly went to a park nearby,
Where they celebrated 'neath God's blue sky!
The prestigious speaker of the day,
Was a well known former Green Beret!
He spoke of the deep pain in each serviceman's heart,
And of the memories which caused the tears to start.
He gave honor to all those who,
Died in the defense of the red, white, and blue!
Then, he spoke of the pain of the deceased's kin,
Knowing their loved ones would never return again.
With tears in his eyes he looked at the crowd,
Saying, "Do you see these men all standing proud,"
"With those in wheelchairs who can no longer stand?"
"They all deserve the love and respect of our entire land!"
"It doesn't matter which war they served in!"
"Thank God, they made it back home again!"
"Folks, when they were asked there was no hesitation!"
"They went thousands of miles to represent our nation!"
"So, today I would like for you all to stand,"
"And give these valiant souls a well deserved hand!"
Then, every last person in the crowd stood,
And respected the veterans the way they should!
As the celebration ended and they were walking away,
Brad said, "Lisa, I feel like I finally came home today!"
Robert F. Dotson © 1995
