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Major Nave
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The heart-wrenching loss of his father in Iraq forces brave little six-year old Tony to face a future of sad uncertainty while crying out to the rest of us to find a way to end the nonsense.
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Acoustic vocals w/ guitar
An event. An emotion. An image. A memory. A word or a phrase. Inspiration can be powerful and fleeting, or subtle yet ceaselessly haunting. Christopher Caldwell's compositions reveal him as he searches his soul while at the same time nourishing it.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
#12,433 today Peak #111
#2,772 in subgenre Peak #27
Author
Christopher Caldwell
Rights
2006
Uploaded
January 05, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:31
Story behind the song
A poignant USA Today photo of a tearful six-year old boy inspired this song. I thought about how blissfully simple my life was when I was six. And then I thought about the drastic change in course Tony's life had just taken. The song is an anthem to him and an expression of hope that he was able to hang on and rise above the pain and injustice that so often afflicts the innocent and powerless.
Lyrics
Major Nave The photo leaves me gasping. The teddy bear he’s grasping is cold comfort to the weeping boy who cries for Major Nave. The caption calls him Tony. He looks so all alone. He slowly drags his shiny dress shoes to the spot that marks the grave. His pants are long and baggy. He doesn’t want the flag. He wants the man who died defending it, the one who gave him life. The bugle makes him shiver. His tears flow like a river. And his mama cries and wipes her eyes; the widow, once a wife. At the tender age of nearly seven he has two fathers up in heaven; Father God and father Kevin, one a savior, one the saved. He would give up toys and give up Teddy. He’s wished on every star already. Thoughts collide inside his head. He wonders if he misbehaved. He sadly kicks the dirt there. He can’t escape the hurt. There are no words to mend the tragedy that’s torn his world apart. He softly moans, “Why me God?” then screams, “This just can’t be, God!” “I just want to hold my daddy, not this stupid Purple Heart!” Instead he has to settle for ribbons and a medal when the thing he wants is one more chance to hug and kiss his dad. He’s learned why mom’s been nervous since daddy joined the service and he can’t believe he’ll ever see a day when he’s not sad. When a little boy is nearly seven he has to place his faith in heaven. Father God, bless father Kevin. Bless this boy for being brave. If the world could only see him crying then fewer dads would end up dying. Times like these are awfully trying. Thank you, Major Kevin Nave.
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