When You Think of Liberty Think of Me
When you honor the red, white, and blue When you celebrate our nation’s liberty Think of the one who’s been beside you in spirit, in heart, in body… No being could be as loyal as me, for I am your best friend, your partner… your family
When our nation was young I was the runner, carrying messages in a war that would leave us undone where brother fought beside brother.
And, alone in the face of terror I moved through enemy lines, as families fought one another, my mission foremost in my mind.
I was the one waiting for you even thoughI sensed you would not be coming homeI languished on our wooden porchgrowing thinner, until the war was overand my days on earth were done.I was in the trenches, fields, and meadows accompanying you into foreign lands. With you in the jungles and swamps and at your heels on hot, dusty roads or on blistering, desert sands. I have been first in the line of fire first to enter a field laden with mines putting myself in your stead.I went unflinching, leading, to wherever, doing whatever you said. With you I’ve jumped from the belly of a plane dropping into places neither of us had ever seen. All for the greater glory and good. All for humanity. When a bullet took your life I laid by your side my chin on your chest–despair in my eyes. Content to have remained with you, until a man in our unit lifted me up, carrying me back to the war… as he cried. When we had parted, when you’d gone home and when on foreign soil I was left all alone through no fault of your own I was forsaken. The government advised you that your friend and helper; the soldier who’d been by your side, would not be accompanying you home…To our home, our country, I could not be taken. And so it was that we were abandoned after you tearfully told us we could not follow the men with whom we had served. Confusion set in as we watched you depart;being left behind, we had not deserved.You left us dispirited, empty, and hollow for we had given to you all of our all. Like ghosts were we, missing our souls, for you had taken with you… our hearts. I have been injured for you. And I have died for you. In your absence I have wasted away from the loss of you.
I’m the scruffy, thin dog sitting quietly next to the veteran in his wheelchair. On the hill, the band plays a song and the man softly cries, while fireworks light up the night’s air. Gently I place my paw on his kneelay my muzzle on his withered leg.He looks at the small flag he is clutchingthen he turns his attention to me.
His eyes are filled with thoughts and tearsbut his smile is as warm as the sun.”Thank you for reminding me,” says he,”what’s been sacrificed for the freedom we’ve won.”In the now, we cannot know who will be needing who. But what you may not know is that when you’ll be needing me I’ll be needing and looking for you. We’ve been a team, you and me through the many years that have shaped this land, and God has blessed us mightily.So, every now and then, thank me– with a look, kind words, and the touch of a gentle hand…When you think of liberty and count the reasons you are free… Don’t forget to think of me! Copyright © 2004 by Kathy Anne Harris
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