A Soldier’s Call
When all around me chafes my heart,
and soldiers shout for aid,
I run to help, I do my part
although I am afraid.
I know one day, I shall depart
and march in my hometown parade,
but now, it chafes my aching heart,
as the wounded shout for aid.
But kind ones, now, have done their part
with a calling card that’s prepaid.
Despite the blasts of a fierce air raid,
I no longer feel alone and apart,
when all around me chafes my heart.
Today’s Sunday Scribbling’s used the word “the call” as a prompt. I decided to write about calls to/from deployed soldiers.
There’s a wonderful program called Cell Phones For Soldiers created by a pair of teenage siblings. The videos on this page give you a good picture of this program. It’s a nice story, to say the least.
Picture credit goes to Engaget . This happens to be another interesting story about a High School student who was suspended for the rest of the school year for refusing to hang up on a cellphone call from his mother, a soldier positioned in Iraq for over a year, during lunch break.