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Friday, August 19, 2011

Our Soldiers

Blood has spilled
on this night.
Corpses are the only thing
Visible by the moon's light.

The war was said to be over
They were coming home soon
Yet the fighting keep coming
In the dark of the moon.

The ground that surrounds them
has been painted red.
Here in the desert
Too many are dead.

They said they'd come home
They would leave that place soon
Yet the fighting kept going
By the light of the moon.

The fighting waged on
until all of them had died.
Not a single one came home
Only families left behind to cry.

For this was a police action
At least the government says
To me it is still war
For we face the same regrets.

We watch loved one
and wait to here the news.
This is just my opinion,
We all have our own views.

The men and women that fight for us
Have given us that.
They place their lives on the line
which is a gift that can not be given back.

So cherish that gift.
Teach other to do the same
Cherish those who lives it cost
Take the time to learn their name.

Let our soldier know
We remember why they are there.
Send a shoebox of goodies
or just a note to show you care.


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