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Every morning he gets up, his PTs he puts on.
Sit-ups, push-ups, running, he’s an army of one.

He goes home, takes a shower and puts on his uniform,
ready to work and salute all day and all night long.

Till the call comes, pack up your shit it’s time for you to go.
Your stars and stripes are calling you, to fight your homeland’s foe.

So he packs up all that he needs, no questions he will ask,
’cause he’s a soldier proud and strong, just trying to do his best.

He sees the question and the tears in his families eyes,
but his little soldiers they are proud and silently pay the price.

Still they wonder every day, while he is gone away.
If he is safe, if he is sound and if he call this day.

Their love they send with every word they write down in a card,
that they do send down range to him, where he is working hard.

24 hours every day they think of him and pray,
for him to come back home to them and never go away!

The soldier who is far away from his kids and wife,
is fighting hard every day to safe another life.

It’s hot, it’s loud it’s dangerous and so goes by each day,
with mortar or sniper attacks they’re nothing new anyway.

All around he sees his fellow soldiers lie,
they’re shot at, they’re wounded and some of them may die.

In this land so different, where he was send to fight,
is there a chance he might come home, to kiss his kids good night?

And so goes by every day, it seems just like the last.
A year has past and now it’s time for him to get some rest.

7 days later he finds himself standing on a well known floor,
ringing a bell right next to his last name on the door.

It opens and there in front his families smiling bright,
then they rush into each others arms holding on so tight.

Down range he learned to appreciate the simple things in life.
A smile, a hug, a kiss, his kids, but most of all his wife.

The woman that fought right next to him even they where far apart.
The one that never left his mind, was always in his heart.

She was the one who daily fought a war at the home front,
’cause while he fought the tali ban she had to hold down the fort!

Now let us leave this family to rejoice their father’s home,
but say a prayer for all those soldiers that never made it home.

Never forget they laid down their life to protect us all,
they never did meet me or you, but protecting us all they did fall.

This poem was written/submitted by Bettina Sowa.

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Lonely soldiers line up for war.

Out they march to the battles core.

Letters get sent, their soldiers gone.

There is a mournful silence when news hits home.

The brave men wait, for the battles beginning.

Not many people are left living.

Does it give you satisfaction to take those soldiers lives?

Do you smile when you hear the cries of their wives?

They say the soldiers fought for freedom, but at what cost?

They tell you they can repair the damage,
but they can’t bring back the soldiers lives lost.

This poem was written/submitted by Angela Williams.

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The city was in danger, he was told
Outside it was dark at night and cold
A soldier he was, now on duty
Some merciless people had attacked the beauty
He gave no second thought and hurried his way to the scene
It was terrifying than it could have ever been
Love for the country it was, that made him so brave and bold
He could see the river of blood flowing on the streets of gold
A vast destruction had been planned and was being tried
Only sounds of explosions and bullets could be heard from inside
A lot were injured and a lot were killed
It was his turn now, time to hit back, he was so thrilled
But an evil bullet found its way and pierced right into his heart
This was his glorious end, his life’s last part
Memories of dear and loved ones in his eyes
Still happily died for he had done it to save many lives
He came out as a legend, he had gifted his life
A daughter so innocent and a startled wife
A mother wailing so loud
And a father so proud
It’s not just a heavy box covered with The National Flag that they are carrying
It’s the weight and pain of separation
For a hero who could not say the last goodbye.

This poem was written/submitted by Nabil Bhatiya.

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Dead hill,
our will,
is what we live for.
Cars stop,
news drop,
manly we bore,
our fathers fought for peace and stills there’s war,
more and more bodies hit the floor,
when we stop no one knows for sure,
why we knock on the door,
when we know what the other side is waiting for.
But we soldiers of grace,
fall of a new face,
we run not out of fear but out of the human race,
we live at a pace,
track our own trace,
put it in a case,
put them in a brace,
lets give them shoes to lace,
we laugh and chase,
we forced to make haste,
what we buy we waste,
what we see we taste,
we rewrite to erase,
we stop to demonstrate,
so quick to hate,
the bigger the weight,
decide our own fate,
debate not for what we hate but to who we relate,
for our sake,
appreciate the great.

This poem was written/submitted by amg2life.

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The blood will shed
The soldiers will fall

Poppies will grow
to remember you all

Yet the war carries on
regardless of whose gone

When will we learn
we will never have the peace that we yearn

Soldiers are buried
families shattered

that’s when we know what really mattered.

This poem was written/submitted by james brown.

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I know you’re a strong man,
Can do what I can’t
But do whatever to be alright
Just don’t close your eyes
And make me cry.

Over seas, so far from me.
Gun’s loading and flaring
I’ll send all my love to thee,
I promise.

You’re my brother, I love you so
You can’t imagine how hard it was for me
To see you go so quickly….

But whatever happens, I’ll be proud
I’m thinking of you always, and now
Do everything to be just fine
Promise me…
Just don’t close your eyes
And I won’t cry.

This poem was written/submitted by Amber Lee.

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Jesus bring my daddy home
me and mama’s all alone
keep him safe, and keep him well
keep him in your arms until
he’s back around our family
in our house and holding me

Jesus bring my daddy home
’cause I think he’s all alone
protect him in the war he’s in
shield him when the fight begins
and bullets try to seek him out
You know what danger’s all about

Jesus bring my daddy home
don’t let him die there all alone
if death opens up it’s door
grab him in your arms before
the devil keeps him in that hell
I won’t feel at rest until

You bring my daddy home

This poem was written/submitted by Dorene .

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