Here's a poem written by Courtney Taylor, daughter of Bob Taylor, ISC Secretary:

The Man I See

I see a man, old and frail,

a man who’s seen the face of hell.

He sees the flag, his eyes will fill

with tears of pride as he remembers still

a time when he was strong and brave,

a nation to preserve and save.

He fought with honor quick and strong,

his nights were endless, his days were long.

He looked at death straight in the eye,

he saw his friends fall and die.

His once strong hands knew what to do,

as they fought to save red, white, and blue.

Tragic stories never told

from this man, who once was bold.

The war is done, it’s in the past,

but the things he saw ill forever last.

The blood, the pain, will not erase,

from the lines engraven upon his face.

He gave us liberty, he gave us life,

freedom rings through his strife.

A hero he did not want to be,

his duty was to keep us free.

I think of him, and his humbling story,

a salute to him as they raise old glory.

I wish that in my heart he’d see,

how what he gvave, means to me.

This man so old, this man so frail,

I thank him for his time in hell.

Courtney Taylor