Reader shares grandson's ode to heroes
Editor, the Advocate:
I recently came across this poem written by my grandson a few years ago in honor of our veterans, and I wanted to share it with you.
Ode to Our Heroes
Camouflaged and fearful, yet sometimes cheerful
Close encounters seem to be the routine, sometimes for their whole team.
Yet, heroes in our eyes, but to them they're just homesick guys.
I wonder if their rifles are heavy, as they carry them through ditches and levies?
Standing tall, shaved heads and all, why did they join? Was it just to make friends then watch them fall?
Out in the fields with only "codes" on their minds, going on rescue missions and risking their hides, we give them thanks for their bravery so kind.
Depending on each other to get the job done, they can't wait to come home and have some fun.
I pray for them each night, not wishing to experience their fright.
In school, we pledge allegiance to the flag, and now I know, with pride in my heart, that our troops have been heroes right from the start.
So I stand tall and salute them all!
Philip Henry Escamilla (grandson), written in fourth grade, McAllen
Hilda Rosas (grandmother), Victoria