He's My Brother!

As you have seen, I write based off of my reaction to the history I  research.  This poem has been shared by 2 men who lived it.
Thank you Trevor and Damian for allowing me to share this. 

He’s Not Heavy ... He’s My Brother
 
There I stand alone in the dark
Worried I might not make it home
From the corner I see the shadow of someone
Someone that might take me home

As he draws near I can see a little more
A friendly face I think to myself
Might be here to guide me back home
Nothing is running through my body but fear

He continues to come closer
He is what most fear
He is a brother that never gives up
A true friend with love tracin through his veins

To come back is only in honor
To take you back home is the prayer
He hears from miles away
Nothing will stop him from getting there

He will take bullets to get you home
He will stand beside you in the biggest fire fight
He will lay it all on the line
Just to be the brother next to you

In the end you would ask why he came back
In his heart he knows that you would if it was him
To stand beside each other through hell
And to tell him to go first through the gates of heaven

To you I say this:
My Brother
My Friend
Your in my heart till the end 

                                      



Damian                          The American Patriot