A Decade is Earned

Hello,

It has been a decade since I last posted... so much life has happened.

I gained a beautiful family.  My wife.  My daughter. My son.  And a father lost...

I love you Dad, I will miss you every moment of my life but with a smile.




The Lion’s Mound

There is a place high above the battlefields,
where you stand,
in your mighty strength, Dad,
to gaze upon the ghosts, so grand,
in this place I see you up high,
on the Lion’s Mound,
where all I can do is but cry,
as the legions of love march against war,
the war that rages in weary bones,
carrying you, to your forever home,

We have set this stage so many times,
across our dining room table,
between the turkeys and wines
of regiments, and brigades,
to the gates of Hougoumont,
of Dragoons, Cuirassiers, and Hussars,
the medics on crusades,
to save the dying Imperial Guard,
and there it was, our plastic Waterloo,
painted with love in fine detail,
our history, a passion renewed,
with hearts that will not fail,

for there is a heaven, high above,
the battlefields,
where the rifles and the spears,
are replaced with bristle paint brushes,
and a heart that wields,
the knowledge of a thousand years,
and all the pain that paint crushes,

so go on our sweet and proud soldier,
and hear the drum and fife,
as the bugles wail, and bagpipes cry,
the cannon's will sound,
to your triumphant climb,
to the top,
of the Lion's Mound.

by Andrew James Trudeau