I wrote this and had the chance to call and read it to the Man that hand groomed Me to be the Warrior and the Man I am today a little over a month before He passed away.. Was the third time in My life I EVER saw that hardened Viet Nam Vet cry..
I want to tell you a story now,
About a man that I got to know..
He doesn't wear tights, no cape to His name,
What He does is not to be known.
He lives an amazingly simple life,
He wants for neither the glory or fame.
He wants only to live the life He's been dealt,
And bring pride to His Family name.
Truck driver, survivor and Father,
Hellion, soldier and husband..
They take what they get and they do it with ease,
And have more still to give in the end.
He gave all He had, then gave even more,
To His Country, His Family, His friends..
It all goes just to show, how the leanest of men,
Seem to always win out in the end.
In the darkest of times, He pushed ever on,
Especially when the going was bad.
He pushed ever onward, head always held high,
This Warrior, My hero, My Dad..
Dom Jordan
06/17/21
I miss you, Dad.
