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In times of war and not before, God and soldier men adore. But in times of peace with all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted. author unknown
I Proudly Say Thanks  I walked into this building, but not an ordinary one.
It was filled with soldiers, all lined up one by one.
They were preparing for war, which I could see.
But, I knew they were doing this for me.
As they were gathering their gear, I was trying to hold back my tears.
But I was thinking, Why Lord must this war go on?
Why does it seem everything is going wrong?
Each night these men lay alone,
wondering if they are gonna make it home.
In a way I couldn't explain, but I seen a little girl crying.
Because her Dad was leaving for a few minutes,
but deep down inside he was dying,
because the minutes were nothing compared to the years.
As I turned, I seen tears flowing in my best friends eyes.
And it was something I couldn't describe.
But I thought to myself, Why must people have to die?
Why do these men choose to live a dangerous life?
But I knew it was the duty of these men.
And if it weren't for them I wouldn't have freedom.
The job of a soldier isn't easy, you have to be brave.
But don't live life in sorrow, everything will turn out Okay.
So now that I take a look back, it took me a while to realize.
That if it weren't for these guys, some of us wouldn't have lives.
But, everything that's happening is meant to be.
And I want to thank the soldiers for fighting for me.
I proudly say thanks for fighting for me.
And remember this No matter where you are or
what you do everyone back at home loves you!!!!!!!  Little sister of a soldier
©©Karen M. Smart Used with Permission
The Soldier
How does a soldier feel fighting a war?
Does he always know what he is fighting for?
Maybe he knows but doesn't understand,
why he is alone in a faraway land.
Like so many others he is there for a cause,
And like the rest he doesn't pause.
He has a job that he does well,
even as his best friend beside him fell.
How does he feel when he hears the news,
of violent protests from the ignorant few?
His shame is great, the pain goes deep
he feels compassion for the dead at his feet.
Rioters can boast and carry signs,
about the war that has shook our time.
But when the call comes for them to go,
they burn their draft cards and make a show.
How can a soldier be proud of his land,
when this type of people make a stand?
How can we show him we are glad he is there,
fighting for freedom and the ones who care?
War is unfair in any way of life,
and all involved must pay the price.
But the soldier is proud to keep us free,
stop and think..........
Shouldn't you be?
author unknown
Cpl Shaun Webb
made by Aunt Bonnie with Love
What Kind of Men
What kind of men are these, that serve our country
well
who for God and country, may spend some time in hell
skin of brown, black or white, side by side for freedom fight
color matters yes its true, the blood red color shed for you
men of hopes, men of dreams, men who know what
freedom means
pay the price, that we may stay, free to live another day
men of honor, men of faith, men who keep this
country great
men that answer duties call, men with courage standing tall
men that hear their buddies cry, men that have to
watch him die
men that live in pain each day, with their blood for freedom pay
common folk like you and I, who for us may someday
die
fight for freedom, and our rights, men of valor shining bright
as you go along your way, won’t
you stop to think and pray
for the men that sacrifice, say a prayer and say it twice.
some are active, some reserve, some are veterans,
all deserve
thanks and praise from us each day, for our freedoms they did pay.
recognize the value of, the gift of freedom bought
with blood.
honor freedom, and the men, who your liberties defend,
if you cherish freedoms way, support the men that
pave the way
to take for granted, or assume, freedoms cheap will be its doom
Let me now conclude with these, words of warning to
the free
should there ever come a day, we neglect the men who pay
soon will come along the way, someone to take your
rights away
so honor those that bravely pay, and from preparedness never stray.
Author unknown
The Drill Instructor
Reception Day
The bus arrives without a sound, with
nervous thoughts we look around
then to a stop, the bus will roll, on storm DI’s
out of control
get off my bus, he cares not how, the count of ten I’m
at eight now
in haste we scramble all around, for yellow prints upon the ground,
Beneath the brim are steely eyes, the meanest look one can describe
with angry tones that rock your bones, that desperate wish that you were
home
what have I done why am I here, that peace of youth, replaced with fear
the heart near stops as he comes bye, like twisted steel is this DI
Reception day is but the start, of weeding out the faint of heart.
Many here may start the game but in the end "The Few" remain
the price is steep the trials hard, the strong we keep the weak discard
takes sweat and pain to earn the name, so many want but few can claim.
Author
unknown
United States Marine
Marines
I was that which others did not want to be.
I went where others feared to go.
I asked nothing from those who gave nothing,
and reluctantly accepted that thought of
eternal loneliness----should I fall.
I have seen the face of terror;
I have felt the stinging cold of fear;
And enjoyed the sweet taste of a moments' love.
I have cried, pained, and hoped----
But most of all, I have already lived times
others would say are best forgotten.
At least someday I will be able to say
that I was proud of what I was----
A Marine
By Unknown
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