Remembering Tyrone Woods

Remembering Tyrone

Retired Navy SEAL

Awarded the Bronze Star Medal with combat “V” Device for valor in Iraq

Killed in Action 9/11/12

Benghazi, Libya

by

Decorated War Hero

Senior Chief Petty Officer 

US Navy Retired

MacArthur Woods

MacArthur Woods  James Buchal  Lisa Michaels

To His Father Charles Woods He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past. Of a war that he once fought in And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; They were heroes, every one. And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors His tales became a joke, All his buddies listened quietly For they knew where of he spoke. But, we'll hear his tales no longer, For now' Tyrone has passed away, And the world's a little poorer For a Sailor "SEAL" died that day. He won't be mourned by many, Just his Father and Tyrone's wife. For he lived as an ordinary man, a quiet and healthy sort of life. He held a job and raised a family, Going quietly on his way; And the world won't note his passing, 'Tho a U.S. Navy SEAL died that day. When politicians leave this earth, Their bodies lie in state, While thousands note their passing, And proclaim that they were great. Papers tell of their life stories From the time that they were young But, the passing of a U.S. Navy SEAL Goes unnoticed, and unsung. Tis the greatest contribution To the welfare of our land, Some jerk who breaks his promise And cons his fellow man? Or the ordinary fellow Who in times of war and strife, Goes off to serve his country And offers up his life? The political politician's stipend And the style in which he lives, Are often disproportionate, To the service that he gives. While the ordinary Sailor, Who offered up his all, Is paid off with a medal And perhaps a pension, small. It is not the politicians With their compromise and ploys, Who won for us the freedom That our Country now enjoys. Should you find yourself in danger, With your enemies at hand, Would you really want some cop-out, With his ever waffling stand? Or, would you want a Sailor-- His home, his country, his kin, Just a common U.S. Navy Sailor, Who would fight until the end. He was just a common Sailor, And his ranks are growing thin, But, his past should remind us, We may need his like again. For when countries are in conflict, We find the Sailor's part Is to clean up all the troubles That the nutty politicians start. If we cannot do him honor, While he was here to hear the praise, Then at least let's give him homage At the ending of his days. Perhaps just a simple headline In the paper that might say: "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, A Navy SEAL Sailor DIED That DAY."  by a sailor, a friend, a veteran, not next of kin