Poetry

I Carried Two Soldiers

I carried two soldiers today,
two men I had never met.
A name on a sign, one in each hand,
the names of two fallen vets.

I stood for our soldiers today,
this humid Fourth of July.
I dutifully applauded when
Indiana’s fallen came marching by.

I heard a woman’s shout today;
she called for more volunteers.
“Too many soldiers have fallen,” she said.
Her plea rang on deaf ears.

I looked to the left, then to the right,
onlookers on either side.
Not a single person stepped forward
to carry a soldier’s sign.

So I carried two soldiers today,
an honor equivalent to none.
I carried Earl Fredrick Cartrette Jr.
and Michael Fredrick Anderson.

We walked hand-in-hand today,
a woman and ghosts of two men.
Three in a crowd of the fallen,
a sea of names who had been.

“Every soldier is being carried today,”
called the man in the final row.
“No soldier left behind!”
came his jubilant echo.

I walked the parade today.
Applause swelled on either side.
Tears burned for my soldiers
and my heart swelled with pride.

I met two brave men today
in a curious sort of way.
They touched my soul beyond the grave
and in my heart they’ll stay.

 

 

 

 

Thank you for your service, Earl Fredrick Cartrette Jr. & Michael Fredrick Anderson

*Based on true events of 07.04.2017

 

 

 

One thought on “I Carried Two Soldiers

  1. Sometimes, in the flurry of the parades, the fireworks, the cookouts, and the drinks, we forget the deeper meaning of our celebration.

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