In Memory Of – Chief Chris Kyle
Greetings my fellow Americans/Texans, today I have a word for you…
Today I will be sharing with y’all a poem that came to me late during one night when I was having trouble sleeping back in the year of 2014…
About a week ago I went with my uncle to see possibly one of the most talked about movies this year so far, breaking blockbuster records at $248.9 million (something to stir up the liberals feeble emotions that’s for sure)
To take a moment to talk about the film, rather the man in the film.
I have not known much about this man, I remember hearing of his death Feb 2nd 2013 and I was very upset to hear that because I have a great love, care and respect for the people that lay down their lives for our country, the people that make such sacrifices. I hadn’t heard much about his story until now though, and while he wasn’t killed during duty it still saddens me greatly to see him go much too soon, and at the hands of someone he was trying to help.
(Chris Kyle born April 8th 1974 was killed February 2nd 2013 while trying to help a young Marine)
The movie was incredible, tear jerking for me personally and very hard to watch, what the men do to protect the Red, White and Blue isn’t something that we should take for granted.
These are lives, these are souls, these are Patriots that care about their country and they care about people they’ve never even met.
They lay down everything for a stranger, many times to be spit on by them, called horrific disgraceful hateful names, they don’t want to kill, I think deep down no American soldier really wants to kill especially faced with the tough decisions like Chris Kyle was when that boy had the IED, I don’t know about you but for me that scene was unbelievable, the whole movie was.
The silence in the theatre room at the end was just incredible, the sniffles of both men and women could be heard from seat to seat and everyone left not having a word to say, just pure silence of contemplation, was it really worth it? The only way to answer that questions is with our actions my friends, they laid down their lives for freedom so we could sit on our couches to let it be taken away from us, so the answer to that question is partially up to us.
Their sacrifices will always be greatly appreciated as far as I’m concerned, their acts of valor will always live on as long as our flag flies freely and they will always be missed tremendously.
God bless Taya and family, I am greatly sorry for their loss, but greatly admire their ability to face the harsh scrutiny of their Husband, Father, Son by sheer idiots, but we all know better, we all know that Chris Kyle was a hero and I am grateful to him, to all other soldiers those that have fallen and those that are still here and I am especially grateful to their families.
To America’s Guardians:
(Chris Kyle was an American Guardian)
Here is the poem I wrote not too long ago:
This Poem Is Dedicated To:(All fallen soldiers, All Veterans, All who Served, & All who serve in the U.S. Military.)
To America's Guardians:(Of Freedom) By: Nathan Tune Copyright December 29th 2014
To those that protect the Red, White and Blue, what would America be without you?
The land of the free because of the brave, their battle cries can be heard from the grave.
Those who are here and those that have passed on, where would we be if they never would have gone?
Some just young boys marching in their first war, others old, and experienced, they had seen it before.
All come from families and homes like me and you, who leave them behind to defend the Red, White and Blue.
They are Mother’s sons, daddies and mommies, sisters and brothers fighting for the freedoms of others they have never known, the least we can do is let our thanks be shown.
To the brave men and women, both young and old, to their families at home who are so bold to share them with you and me so that we can be free.
I cannot imagine how it must feel, to constantly worry your loved one will be killed, while out at battle fighting through and through defending what’s true, the Red, White, and Blue.
God bless you, and your families too, may God bless you, for protecting, the Red, White and Blue.
Though I may not know you, we may have never met, and if you served in times gone by, I most certainly thank you for it.
If you’re just starting out, Godspeed my friend, may God be with you wherever you are led.
You have my support and others too, we thank you for wanting to defend, the Red, White, and Blue.
When the early morning dew so gently falls without a sound, I make my way to a tall poll above the ground, as the sun is just rising, I hoist her up high, there she goes in the wind she can freely fly.
I think of you and the brave ones that did die, in the name of freedom, can’t you hear their battle cries.
They were someone’s son, a smiling face someone’s beloved brother.
But now a void, a broken heart and tears shed from a mother.
Because they gave their life doing what was right in any decent human’s sight.
To leave a void, broken hearts and tears shed from a nation.
The fallen soldiers.
To those who did fall and those that did not let our thanks be known for you have given a lot.
Yes this is true, while defending the Red, White and Blue.
All my life I’ve had respect for you, and each time I see her flying so true.
I can’t help but think of the sacrifices from you, while defending the Red, White and Blue.
The colors of freedom, liberty and justice for all, one nation under God we stand proud and we stand tall.
Land of the free and home of the brave.
I hear the battle cries of those in their graves.
To the veterans and the young, active and inactive, new and old, may your story forever be told of you defending the Red, White and Blue.