Nicole Johnson

Some days I wake up wondering how you do it.

The loud noises, the holidays, and some times even the crowded businesses.

Some days, I sit back and watch you.

The emotions displayed on your face, of shock and awe and yet you say nothing.

You were taught to be strong and keep on trucking.

You were taught to go toward the fire and fight the flames.

Some days I wonder how you do it.

Remain so poised, yet inside you’re trembling.

I salute you and say a thousand thank you’s.

Nothing can ever take away the memories of all you’ve done for this country.

Somedays I wonder if and when we meet, how will we greet?
With a hug or a handshake?

I know one thing for certain, you are family and we leave no one behind.

Come a little closer, this meal’s on me.