(to the tune of Black Velvet Band)
His hair hung down to his shoulders,
His shirt was a tattered old rag.
Faded chevrons adorned both his worn, torn sleeves,
And his hands clutched a brown paper bag.
Gunny was the name we all called him,
A veteran, ‘though he never did brag.
He’d wander the streets of the neighborhood,
Snatching sips from his brown paper bag.
His only true friend was old Jarhead,
A mongrel with no leash or tag.
When he died, he left Gunny alone again,
Alone with his brown paper bag.
We never saw Gunny get angry,
He was never a scold or a nag.
When we passed him by, he would nod a sad smile,
And sip from his brown paper bag.
In the summers we often would see him,
With the kit-bag that held all his swag,
On a park bench alone in the warm sunshine,
Holding tight to his brown paper bag.
Then last winter with snowstorms a-swirling,
And temperatures starting to sag,
Gunny died forlorn in the homeless camp.
He’d drunk his last brown paper bag.
When they opened his kit, they discovered
A folded American flag,
And a Congressional Medal of Honor,
Sealed tight in a brown paper bag.
When they tried to find Gunny’s family,
Their best efforts all hit a snag.
But they buried him with full honors,
Wearing his Medal from that brown paper bag.
Gunny rests now with his fallen comrades
‘Neath a cross in a field filled with flags.
UNKNOWN BUT TO GOD and those warriors—
Free at last from those brown paper bags.
Semper Fi, Gunny!
© J. Bradley Burt 2021
Really enjoyed this. Medal in the bag = fantastic. Nicely done.
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I enjoyed writing it, despite the sadness of the theme. Thanks for commenting.
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I enjoyed your singing! It’s a wonderful tribute to an unknown soldier…I’m afraid there are too many of these stories. Your use of the brown paper bag was quite descriptive–the soldier holding tight to it, then the awards inside sealed tight, then freedom from the brown paper bag at last. Nicely done!
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We visited Canadian and American cemeteries in Normandy a few years ago…..very sobering…..has influenced my writing.
Thanks for the comments.
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As I read this prior to your presentation of it, I read it as a song, in all it’s power!! Excellent!! And as Sally so rightly put it, sad in the fact that is is so true. It is what great poetry/lyrics do.
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Thank you! I wanted sad but not maudlin, so set it to what is a lively tune.
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stunningly, beautifully, truthfully sad. Love this
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Wow, high praise indeed, coming from you!
Thanks for commenting.
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