Sgt. Robert Fuca

18 October 2002

Graphic by: Ruby Beloz

Silent Warrior

Today St. Michael put on his uniform
And went to visit an old friend
He came down from heaven to honor him
He called him his Silent Warrior

St. Michael brought with him all his buddies
That he left behind from the War
You ask me who this Silent Warrior was
And why does St Michael give him such praise

He is your Father; he is your Brother and Husband
He is your Uncle; he is your Nephew.
He was your friend

St. Michael came from Heaven
To honor the Silent Warrior
And welcome him to his final resting place

You see the Silent Warrior was once a young man
Who volunteered to fight for freedom in a foreign land
Where he soon found out
He was in no Boy Scout camp

Where he was was really hell
Where he witnessed death all around him
He came from a place
Where real men never complained
They kept what they saw
Silently buried in them
As time stopped and stood still
As they tried to take another hill

He saw the hill covered with his friend’s blood
Death in War does not discriminate
It took his enemies and his friends
As he tried to wipe his buddies' blood off his hands

The battle ended that day and no one won
And many Warriors from both sides died
He held his friend in his arms
And watched him take his last breath
He said a prayer and closed his eyes

He removed his friend's Dog Tags
So the World would not forget
That they lost another Warrior that day
St. Michael silently wept next to this friend

He carried the memories of his friends
Hidden deep in his soul
Never letting anyone get too close
Or anyone really know
That he had to leave behind

More than just his friends;
He also lost part of him
On that blood-soaked hill
For so many years locked in his mind
So many years have silently passed by

No one in his family
Really truly knew
What he went through.
All they knew is that he was once a Soldier long ago
Who fought proudly for God and the USA

The Honor Guard is dressed in their Dress Uniforms
Wearing white gloves and carrying the Silent Warrior
To the Soldier's final resting place
The Trumpeter is standing next to his casket by his side

As the Honor Guard removes our country's Flag
They fold the Flag in traditional form
The Soldier gets down on one knee
And gives the Flag to the Warrior's wife

The Trumpeter begins to
Play a familiar hymn
Know only to Warriors and Soldiers like him
It’s the sound of the bugle playing Taps
It’s the last music a Soldier will ever hear

Just then St. Michael drew his sword
He laid it next to the Silent Warrior’s side
He said good-bye to the Silent Warrior
St. Michael quietly wept as his image faded away
And the final note of Taps was played

That day they buried a Silent Warrior
A Soldier, Father, Husband and a Friend
“Hey Tommy it’s me and the boys
Welcome home Bro.”

Written By:
©Ruby Alexandra Beloz
08-25-02

Awarded to Ruby Beloz for

"Silent Warrior."

August 2002

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