D-Day, A Soldier Remembers

Dedicated To: All those who fought and died on Normandy Beach, so many years ago.....

As I walk into this field of valor, in the early morning hours
I think of the many fine and brave soldiers, who lie beneath the ground
With multitudes of painted crosses, to mark their sacred graves
Thoughts slowly fill my mind, June 6, 1944, I remember only so well
The scare and terror of that day remains etched within my heart
I try to forget the screams of death, that passed before my eyes
But the scenes remain so vivid and clear, even after all these years
D-Day resides so deep in me, their's nothing I can do
To rid me of the dreams, which haunts me, in the twilight of my years
The sand, the water, the blood, mixed with the sounds of death
Caused me to pray to God, to forgive my mortal sins

I remember following my sarge, into the water, on that early misty morn
Just as we reached Utah Beach a bullet struck his helmet, spinning him around
Showing me a bloody stump, that used to be his head
To this young innocent country boy, who just turned 19 two days before
Within seconds, leaving me no other choice, I suddenly became a man

As I raced past his lifeless shell, knowing at any moment
My life could end as well, somehow I survived thru this violent hell
And went on to fight in other battles, until the bitter end
Every so often I make this trip, to see my fallen comrades
And each time as I return, I leave a piece of me, between the blood soaked sands

As I approach my eighty first year, I know this will be my last trip
To see my fallen friends, so I'll walk slowly thru this hollowed field
And say a final goodbye to all these gallant soldiers
Who gave their lives for God and country, as only heroes can

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz

Rainbow Soldiers

Dedicated to: Army T/Sgt. Thomas M. Hankins, a brave soldier who lost his life in Vietnam, and Marilyn, the wife he left behind......

Have you ever gazed towards a rainbow?
After a morning rain

And wondered what lies within the colored sparkles
Between the sunlit clouds

Could it be the thoughts of souls, who left before their time?
With remnants of a lonely past, painted with dreams that will never be

A soldier's life that's lost in battle, can be described this way
The dreams unfilled, as life begins to fade

Resembles the colors of a rainbow
Bending across a fresh washed sky, beneath the risen sun

Often those who are left behind, forget what heroes do
The freedom they loose is ours to gain, so let's not forget their deeds

So whenever a rainbow appears in the sky
Look for the colors between the clouds

For they're a remainder of the gallant troops
Who gave up their hopes for us?

Let's always remember and never forget
The heroes who lost their dreams

And pray for our soldiers, who fight in a war
To live out their dreams in peace

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
April' 2006

Special Friends

Every so often, one meets friends on this electrical medium we call the Internet, and if we're very fortunate, the friendship will last, even when half a world separated the parties involved. I've been fortunate to meet someone who has taken a shine to both me and my loving wife, and I'm very thankful for the new friends, I've gotten know in this short period. I would like to thank Rose DesRochers and her fine staff at Todays-Woman, for allowing a group of writers to share their thoughts and dreams on this wonderful web site. and to you Ursula and your dear husband Hermann, my wife and I send our love, may the rainbow of friendship that exists between our home and yours, be just a heartbeat away.....

Dedicated To: Ursula and Hermann Steinhauser

It's always nice to meet someone, who shares your thoughts and joy

So often in life, people mingle say hello, and go their merry way

But every so often if you're lucky enough, special friends will come along

To bless your life with happiness, even when you've just met them, over the electric waves

It's like you've known them for many years, old friends who'll share their lives with you

From a land so beautiful and far away, where God rested on the seventh day

My wife and I fell so blessed to know these special friends

Who bring so much joy to us, in our modest home

We know they live so far away, we may never really meet

But God moves in mysterious ways, and one will never know

But this I tell you, my far away friends our lives will never be the same again

Since we met you over the Internet, your thoughts are just a heartbeat away

On this beautiful Easter morning, we send our love to you

From a place so far away, in the good old USA

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz