THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

There's a graveyard near the White House,
where the Unknown Soldier lies.
The flowers there are sprinkled,
with the tears from a Mothers eyes.

I stood there not so long ago,
with roses for the brave,
and suddenly I heard a voice
speak out from far beyond the grave.
"I'm the Unknown Soldier,"
the spirit voice began,
"And I think I have the right,
to ask some questions man to man.

Are my buddies taken care of?
Was their victory so sweet?
Is that big reward you offered,
selling pencils on the street?


"Did they really win the freedom
they battled so hard to achieve?
Do you still respect that Croix de Guerre
above that empty sleeve?
Does that gold star in the window
now mean anything at all?

I wonder how my wife now feels,
when she hears a bugle call?
And my baby who says
"Hello Central, give me no man"
can they replace her Daddy,
with a military band?


"I wonder if the profiteers
have satisfied their greed?
I wonder if a Soldiers Mother,
ever is in need?
I wonder if the kings who planned it all,
are really satisified?
They played their game of checkers,
and eleven million died.

I'm the Unknown Soldier,
and maybe I died in vain.
But if I were alive and my Country called,
I'd do it all over again."


This poem is dedicated in memory of my husband,
William E. Walker who now rests safely in the arms of Jesus.
I dedicate it also to my brother-in-law James Walker.
To all who gave their lives for their Country when it called in time of need.
To those who have not yet come home,
and to those that served and
still live with the haunting
of what their eyes have seen,
and what their bodies had to endure
for what their Country asked of them,
and what they freely give.
I dedicate it also to my Mother and Father-in-law
Helen and SW Walker, that had not one son, but two
in service to their country, and they both did so with pride.
~God Bless, Deborah Walker Kellie~

William Elmer Walker
United States Army Special Forces




May 19,1945- July 8,1998


My late husband lived, ate, and breathed the Armed Forces. He
held his head proud for what he believed in, which was God, Country,
and the freedom of our great country. He worked hard for the VFW
and held great honor for any that served their country.
From him, I learned so very much and it is not forgotten,
just as he is not, nor shall he ever be.
His voice may be silent, but I can speak for him, and work as much as I can
for our Veterans in his stead. I do so out of love for him, and the respect he
and so many others deserve and I shall continue to do so until I am no longer
able to. I ask you to please support our Soldiers now serving, our disabled Veterans,
and our VFW. I thank those who have contributed to this page I have made.

God Bless,

Deborah Walker Kellie







Please support your Veterans,
for they didn't like war either...
Thank You,
Deborah Walker Kellie

~ (Shawnee Kellie)~










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This poem is copyrightdate unknown.Billy Rose, a gifted author, is now deceased as of 1966. His work is heartwarming and such a honor to use, and an honor to our Veterans of our Country. Shawnee Kellie,(aka Deborah Walker Kellie). Right click the icon to access midi controls


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