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Monday, September 22, 2014

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

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