Major Dad is not only a fine blogger, but an outstanding poet to boot. He’s recently lost a good friend who gave it all for our freedom, and has written a very moving poem about him.
T’was the night before Christmas
Flying through Great Plains skies
It was the house I approached
That caused me to cry.
Another home of a hero
A husband. A Dad.
Who’d given his all,
In a place called Iraq.
Colonel Felts was a good man
A fine leader, a friend.
Who wound up in Kansas
Teaching others the trend.
A student/instructor,
The last that you’d have thought
That they’d ask to deploy
He’d never been caught.
A soldier’s soldier
He volunteered without fear
With his family behind him
We’d all reason to cheer.
Then in November
We heard the sad news
Our hero had fallen
The Lord had to choose
Read the rest, you won’t be sorry. I’ll see you on Fiddler’s Green LTC Felts. Sgt Hook out.
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