Tag Archive: Korean War

Peace, sweet and kind words forgotten.

Peace, sweet and kind word forgotten.(Quotes) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Peace, sweet and kind word forgotten We send our best. The young and strong men and women to war. They… Continue reading

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A memorial day poem—One more day

One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war.   Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing… Continue reading

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Another poem for Memorial day. “Killed and killed”

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading

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“At peace at last”

                    At peace at last The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute. Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye. Old Sergeant… Continue reading

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“Grandson asked”

Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children.                                     Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading

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“Old Soldier”

Old Soldier (A soldier life is a hard one. Career soldiers lead by example. Never leave a brother to die alone) A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had… Continue reading

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No winners in war “Killed and killed”

Father died in 1996 at 61 years old. The war could not leave him. Heal, my friend. Not kill. Father song was hard and sweet. He fought hard, loved hard and died too… Continue reading

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Missing pieces. Part two

In October 1950, a North Korean Army major referred to as “The Tiger” took command of more than 700 American servicemen who had been captured and interned as POWs. In August 1953, following… Continue reading

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It is cut and dried.

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same.                     It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading

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Souvenirs

                                                                                                                     Grandparent                                                    Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading

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