The Knock.

It was just an ordinary day,
Going along in an ordinary way.
But all of it fell apart,
Stopped the beat of my heart
With that single knock upon the door.

When a soldier goes off to war
He leaves behind many more.
Parents, siblings, especially a wife,
A hope for a long and loving life
Until that single knock upon the door.

Too stunned to speak, too sad to cry.
I couldn’t even wonder why
There was no one in olive drab,
Just a driver in a yellow cab
With a telegram and a knock upon the door.

How could this ever come to pass
That all the Army’s highest brass
Had planned the battle start to end
But hadn’t even thought to send
A chaplain to come and knock upon the door?

So now I sit with my son on my knee
A boy his father will never see.
Lost in a war far across the sea,
He will never come home to his boy and me.
And he will never again knock upon the door.

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2 Responses to The Knock.

  1. In case you’re wondering, this comes from watching “We Were Soldiers”. I wanted to do one for the other side of military life, the wives and families left behind who, during the battle of the Ia Drang Valley portrayed in the film, the next of kin did not receive notice of their loved one’s passing by the usual pair of officers and/or chaplains arriving in full dress uniform to break it gently, but by the incredibly rude and jarring delivery of a telegram by a poor cab driver dragooned into possibly the worst job ever. I hope you …. “enjoy” is the absolute wrong word … appreciate the shift from my usual “soldier’s viewpoint”.

  2. Archon's Den says:

    I clicked ‘like’, only because I really like the way that you have presented a thoroughly unlikable topic. Well, and sadly, done! 😦

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