LOU J. KLAIBER

Hopefully and with humbleness,
I pray that all young souls about to embark unto the darkness that is War,
shall receive the prayers and blessings of the free world.

REFLECTIONS

Send your son back to you!

But the way of the world. an uncertain wind!
Blows upon us now!
A storm that swirls winds of hatred.
A storm we must endure!

I say to your son that he is also my Son!

I send my old soldier weapons to him.
in prayer I send them.
in dreams I send them. wishing and chanting

that he see the hawk of War crying its allegiance to the Eagle of us all!

That we, praying armor and a steady hand to your son.
shall prevail!

God Bless the USA!

©Copyright September 16, 2001 by Lou J. Klaiber

San Francisco National Cemetery
Photograph Copyright November 11, 2002 by Anthony W. Pahl

I AM YOUR FLAG

Know this Americans!
... that I fly at half mast
when your heart cries!

Am burned
when you hate yourselves.

Fly high on days blest by the Sun!

... days so breezy with goodness!
Lazy days
when you eat the tender
goodness of Freedom.

Now
I carry,
destroyed,
and in pieces;
the dreams of 6000!

plus the tears of families!
The wailing of small children.

I fly your hopes, and
the sobbing of your despair!

I am your symbol
tri- colored.........
windswept!

I dream the work of Liberty!
the tears;
the sacrifices; the death
that is yours.

Without you...
I fly no more.

Without you,
free people will be
no more.

Paint your face with Victory!
Your soul with Eternity!
Rage
as never before.........

The unborn will bless...
and remember
what you do!