The Sunday Whirl, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/, gave us an interesting mix for Wordle 29. I’ve written enough horror for a while, so I drew on history for this one, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Woolson. Now, I feel so old.
The words were: dappled, piercing, shell, air, strident, reignite, delirium, emit, pleat, pitch, swish, and seem.
NOT A HERO REMEMBERED
by Mike Patrick
Albert Woolson wasn’t a hero;
nor did he pretend to be.
He didn’t orate grandly
of the high-pitched shrieks
artillery shells emitted
as they pierced the air of a dappled dawn.
He was a humble man—an honest man
who went to war but never found it.
Oh, he could be strident
when speaking for the Grand Army of the Republic
about the rights of Civil War veterans.
He had the right.
Although he never heard the swish of a sword,
experienced the pitch of battle,
or felt the delirium of war.
All the people he admired had—
his father had,
and it cost him his life.
Albert Woolson was a simple drummer boy,
wearing the blue-pleated uniform of the Union
while a sputtering war was winding down.
It never reignited.
He was discharged from service on Sept. 7, 1865,
without ever seeing battle—
but he lived to be 109.
He died August 2, 1956,
as the final Civil War veteran,
and was buried with full military honors.
The Civil War seems so long, long ago,
yet, I remember reading the articles when Woolson died.
Maybe some reading these words
will someday read another notice:
the death of the final Vietnam veteran.
I hope they will remember it
as an important event.