American & Allied Soldiers Rock!

“Incorrupta fides, nudaque veri”

Level 9

Since: May 07

Vincit qui se vincit

#7356 Feb 28, 2012
Kathwynn wrote:
<quoted text>
Yep that all Anny has left.. But then he lovveess the terrorists. That alone says just how stupid he is.
Just how bad IS personal life when all he does is spew venom every waking hour he's awake?

I imagine DENG or Annie as a 50+ year old half grey headed half bald, very over weight and in extremely bad health due to non-activity with one of those baboon monkey asses from sitting so long each day while slobbering all over their crumb infested keyboard, with anti-American paper cutout flags all over his ailing mothers basement walls and his little chihuahua names bebe zipping around the floor trying to get him off the computer to go outside.

He hasn't bathed in days and smells of bed wetting, old man farts and French whore at closing time all rapped up in one, his finger nails need to be cut, but thanks to the keyboard has worn them down but his toe nails look like something out of Ripley's Believe It Or Not, his skin discolored from all the stale cigarette smoke embedded in it and his binocular glasses almost falling off his giant nose, then he picks his nose and eats it.

“Proud to be a Wiccan Priest”

Level 7

Since: Jul 09

Jonesboro AR

#7357 Feb 28, 2012
Annie Muk wrote:
<quoted text>
People who lovveess it when the United Snakes gets its' azz kicked round the block are not all terrorists. The fact that you think they are proves what an ignorant lady you are. Make yourself useful. Get yo'self back into the kitchen and whip up some buckwheat pancakes. Or at least mop the floor.
Another day of epic fails from terrorist lover.

“Proud to be a Wiccan Priest”

Level 7

Since: Jul 09

Jonesboro AR

#7358 Feb 28, 2012
Ricky F wrote:
<quoted text>Just how bad IS personal life when all he does is spew venom every waking hour he's awake?
I imagine DENG or Annie as a 50+ year old half grey headed half bald, very over weight and in extremely bad health due to non-activity with one of those baboon monkey asses from sitting so long each day while slobbering all over their crumb infested keyboard, with anti-American paper cutout flags all over his ailing mothers basement walls and his little chihuahua names bebe zipping around the floor trying to get him off the computer to go outside.
He hasn't bathed in days and smells of bed wetting, old man farts and French whore at closing time all rapped up in one, his finger nails need to be cut, but thanks to the keyboard has worn them down but his toe nails look like something out of Ripley's Believe It Or Not, his skin discolored from all the stale cigarette smoke embedded in it and his binocular glasses almost falling off his giant nose, then he picks his nose and eats it.
Yeah that would be the accurate portrait of these fools.

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#7359 Feb 28, 2012
goooooooood moooooooorning

THANK YOU TO ALL THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO HAVE OR ARE SERVING WITH HONOR IN THE ARMED SERVICES OF THE FREE WORLD.
MAY YOUR DAYS BE SAFE AND PEACEFUL.
WARRIOR'S, COME HOME SOON TO THOSE WHO LOVE AND MISS YOU.

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#7360 Feb 28, 2012
Gary Jacobson
FIGHTING HOLE

Pick a spot and sit awhile, at this man’s fighting hole
Where normalcy among abnormal conditions cleanse the soul.
Rest your weary bones in mind and spirit
Even get a shower in a helmet
Shit and shave without being shot at
Cheered on from afar by the corporeal fat-cat
Back in Washington overseeing this primordial spat
This little “police action” gambit
Washington’s pawns, uh, er, soldiers dug in midst the jungle armpit
Where you can clean your rifle while you dream of home
Eat C-rations, sleep, stare into the jungle, write letters home
Think of your girl, your car, what you’ll do when you again roam
Take that big silver bird to the land of the great PX back home.
Whether dug in a new hole on patrol over night
Or in a sandbag hooch at LZ’s perimeter, stage right
Jungle society revolves around words from “the world”
Very morale depends on home news in letters unfurled.
Fancy this foxhole buddies foursome
Just hanging out beside their sticks and mud dome
Where it makes it so easy to zip me up and ship me home!

©Copyright 2002 by Gary Jacobson

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#7361 Feb 28, 2012
Gary Jacobson
FORGET-ME-NOT

Forget-Me-Not
For I died for thee
Died that you might be
That brothers brave above my moldering grave
May fight on, mankind’s liberty to save
Ever giving battle for the righteous might
Might continue to fight the good fight.

Forget-Me-Not
For I died for my country
To keep us brave! To keep us free
I died so in radiance ever bright
Might burn freedom’s light
To before a despots raucous glee
Never have to bend subservient knee.

Forget-Me-Not
For truly, in faithfulness I gave my all
In friendship that you might stand tall
In brotherhood to maintain the sacred truth in veracity
Bearing this nation’s virtue in integrity
Shining purity in a brave new destiny
Of love, of honor, of loyalty in fidelity.

Forget-Me-Not
For to a warrior’s glory
This cavalier as in the age-old story
Has taken that last helicopter ride
For in the stead of thee I died
Gone now to heaven’s reward on the other side
To Fiddler’s green to eternally bide.

Forget-Me-Not
For I’ve now placed the mantle of protector of the right on thee
Defending self-determination for all the world to see
To promote the concept of freedom
To restore to the world a patriot’s wisdom
To set bastions of our ideals high on a hill
To bring justice for all, what a glorious thrill.

©Copyright February 28, 2010 by Gary Jacobson

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#7362 Feb 28, 2012
Gary Jacobson
FORTUNATE SON

I’m a fortunate son of the red, white and blue
Fighting for more than the medals I’m due
War forevermore painting my violent soul blue
Where glory and honor accrue… death’s specter ensue.

Some folks like to patriotically wave the flag
Mighty conquests in primordial mind to brag.
I just honored the red, white and blue in my heart
That’s all… believing in finishing beginnings I start.

No, I’m not a millionaire’s son…
Millionaire sons didn’t go to Vietnam,
‘Cause it ain’t no fun.
Millionaire sons’ve known no battle fatigue
Shunned putting life on the line like a plague.

Millionaire’s sons wouldn’t go near battle when young
Now they’re older, glory be, see their wagging tongue.
Watch now, as they send our sons to war with fiery rhetoric
Sounds reminiscent of chants patriotically barbaric.

I’ve never been in a foxhole with a millionaires son
I reckon those with pampered lives have better things to do
Than huddling in terror’s dark till setting sun
Too paralyzed with fear to hobnob beside me and you.

Millionaire’s sons know not of death, or terror firsthand
Facing up-close and personal wily Vietcong brigand.
For while we band of brothers made a stand,
Millionaire’s sons were back home,
Comfortable in our native land.

Now, I don’t mean to talk of war like an expert
Nor give an impudent, saucy, warmongering alert.
For I’m no millionaire’s son
I’m no suddenly bold, silver-spooned, clever one.

These warriors raise hue and shout in exhausting refrain
Millionaire’s sons too, sing Hosannas in your name
Pointing the cannon at you, Lord
When it serves their purpose absurd.

Some folks are born to wave the flag,
They bleed red, white and blue, they brag.
When the band plays “Hail to the Chief” in honored chord
Ooh, watch out, they point the cannon at you, Lord.

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don’t they help themselves, beating their own band.
But when the tax man comes calling at their door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale galore.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
As they march you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them,“How much should we give?”
Ooh, they only answer: More! More! More!

Millionaire’s sons ain’t me, it ain’t me,
I ain’t no military son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me;
I ain’t such a fortunate one, a millionaire’s son!
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one,
No, no, no, no millionaire’s son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me,
I ain’t no fortunate son, no, no, no!

©Copyright 1999 by Gary Jacobson

“Qu Ni De!”

Since: Feb 12

Location hidden

#7363 Feb 28, 2012
Ricky F wrote:
<quoted text>Just how bad IS personal life when all he does is spew venom every waking hour he's awake?
I imagine DENG or Annie as a 50+ year old half grey headed half bald, very over weight and in extremely bad health due to non-activity with one of those baboon monkey asses from sitting so long each day while slobbering all over their crumb infested keyboard, with anti-American paper cutout flags all over his ailing mothers basement walls and his little chihuahua names bebe zipping around the floor trying to get him off the computer to go outside.
He hasn't bathed in days and smells of bed wetting, old man farts and French whore at closing time all rapped up in one, his finger nails need to be cut, but thanks to the keyboard has worn them down but his toe nails look like something out of Ripley's Believe It Or Not, his skin discolored from all the stale cigarette smoke embedded in it and his binocular glasses almost falling off his giant nose, then he picks his nose and eats it.
Yes is true. He also have many dirty tissues under his bed. We not talk too much about that one, just some people never grow up and still have silly habits

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#7364 Feb 28, 2012
Gary Jacobson
GARLAND OF BROTHERS

No greater fear has a young boy found
Than death’s specter of war, Vietnam bound
Men From New York, California, Tuscaloosa
Cowboys from Montana to Texas Odessa
Thrust suddenly into voracious jaws of abject death
Barefaced fear in every breath
Riding into the ravenous maw of flagrant death
Inhumanity wolfish, covetous, overambitious
Combined in this world of avarice
Just boys living with unmitigated suffering
Pure hate seen daily in faces malevolently glaring
Gone far and away from “the world” mighty pretty
Back home in Oklahoma City
From Washington, Kansas, Kentucky
Boys from Idaho to Arizona, hoping they’re lucky
Students, farmers, iron workers, carpenters
Fishermen, miners, ranchers, brick layers
Gone fighting in jungled pit with hatred’s insatiable
To contend with odds formidable
Burdensome acts intensively abominable
Formed this garland of brotherhood
Combat’s bond sealed by sweat and blood
Camaraderie with their lives to trust
To make it past war’s hazardous lust
Only way to hang-in was with each other
Enduring to the end… undying together
All for one, one for all, just hoping to stay alive
Striving in every way, fated war to survive
Formed a pact by battle’s passion
Inspired by mankind’s grievous ambition
Goaded by evil’s vile intoxication
Brothers together in armed fellowship, terror seeing
Unimaginable horror doing…
Things perilous, graven, life-threatening
Desperate men facing desperate odds
Sowing and reaping whirlwinds of warrior Gods
The best of men facing the worst of men
Full-circle intertwined
Bound with ties that bind
Life and death contracts by flesh and blood signed.

This garland of brothers supersedes all others
Men in kinship with freedom’s founding fathers!
Forget them… never!
Remember this fraternal bond… forever!

©Copyright 2000 by Gary Jacobson

“Proud to be a Wiccan Priest”

Level 7

Since: Jul 09

Jonesboro AR

#7365 Feb 28, 2012
Heroes

By Jared Jenkins
http://www.fifeschools.com/cjh/news/newsitems...




In war, there are lives risked and lives taken

Men and women giving their best to defend what they love

They defend their country

Their honor

Their people



Some call them soldiers

Others call them heroes



Our veterans have risked their lives for us

They have lived through hell and fought with honor

Many have killed

And regret doing so



For every life, there is a soul

For every soul, there is a life

For those who have died, we show great appreciation and remembrance

For those who live, along with them live the horrific memories of battle

Some, memories of defeat

Some, memories of victory

Our veterans were more than soldiers

They were, and still are heroes
Annie Muk

Sweden

#7366 Feb 28, 2012
Kathwynn wrote:
Heroes
"Hero"
Dedicated to Kathy Wynn
and her painted toenails

The marchin' band came down along Main Street
The soldier-blues fell in behind
I looked across and there I saw Billy
Waiting to go and join the line
And with her head upon his shoulder
His young and lovely fiancee
From where I stood, I saw she was cryin'
And through her tears I heard her say

"Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life"
"Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife"
And as he started to go she said "Billy, keep your head lo-o-ow"
"Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me"

The soldier-blues were trapped on a hillside
The battle raging all around
The sergeant cried "We've got to hang on, boys"
"We got to hold this piece a'ground"
"I need a volunteer to ride up"
"And bring us back some extra men"
And Billy's hand was up in a moment
Forgettin' all the words she said

She said
"Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life"
"Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife"
And as he started to go she said "Billy, keep your head lo-o-ow"
"Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me"

I heard his fiancee got a letter
That told how Billy died that day
The letter said that he was a hero
She should be proud he died that way
I heard she threw that letter away
DENG

Zhenjiang, China

#7367 Feb 29, 2012
no one

NO ONE IN THE WORLD LIKES TROOPS FROM THE UNITED STATES
Lt Chu Kok wrote:
<quoted text>
Yes is true. He also have many dirty tissues under his bed. We not talk too much about that one, just some people never grow up and still have silly habits
DENG

Zhenjiang, China

#7368 Feb 29, 2012
martyrdom operation was conducted by Mujahid Ahmadullah, resident of Nangarhar province.

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE: THE CHINOOK HELICOPTER GETS GUNNED DOWN BY A ROCKET WITH 40 UNITED STATES TROOPS BARBECUED AND ANOTHER 80 UNITED STATES TROOPS SMACKED-BANGED-DEAD BY AN EXPLODING TRUCK AND NOTHING IN THE UNITED STATES MEDIA; IT'S CALLED CENSORSHIP BY OMISSION. WHO'S TO KNOW, UNLESS THERE'S ACCESS TO MULTIPLE INFORMATION SOURCES

Mujahideen of Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan military operations against the kafirs, munafiqs and the worshippers of Idols 28-02-12



Mujahideen bring down US Chinook helicopter

NOORISTAN, Feb. 28 – Mujahideen of the Islamic Emirate downed the helicopter with rocket fire on Tuesday while it was flying to Noorgram district and caused the helicopter to fall to the ground near Do Aab district of the province, killing all US-NATO invaders aboard the helicopter. The helicopter is said to carry about 40 troops of the invading force; however, it is unclear how many of the invading were killed and wounded in the helicopter. The helicopter has reportedly been burned down to the ashes.



Martyr attack strikes Jalalabad Airbase; scores of US-NATO invaders killed

NANGARHAR, Feb. 27 – A martyr attacker of the Islamic Emirate this morning drove up to the gates of the airport at dawn and slammed his car into the facility as the invading forces were changing from night to morning guard duty, killing a dozen of the US-NATO troops besides blowing a tank with scores of US invaders on board to pieces, a Mujahideen official said on Monday. Monday’s attack inflicted severe fatalities and injuries on the local puppets based nearby the facility, the official further said, adding that the martyrdom operation was conducted by Mujahid Ahmadullah, resident of Nangarhar province.

“Proud to be a Wiccan Priest”

Level 7

Since: Jul 09

Jonesboro AR

#7369 Feb 29, 2012
http://www.mywordwizard.com/our-veterans.html

Our Veterans
by Kayla Welch
(Meyersdale, PA, USA)
Our veterans are...
special in each and every way
because you fought for our country
and this is why we are here today
we all salute you for
everything you've done
and if i would rate you
i would rate you number one
so on this special day
we all thank you
and we are as happy as can be
because you risked your life for
each and every one of us
and now we are free
thank you and welcome home veterans

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#7370 Feb 29, 2012
goooooood mooooooorning

THANK YOU TO ALL THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO HAVE OR ARE SERVING WITH HONOR IN THE ARMED SERVICES OF THE FREE WORLD.
MAY YOUR DAYS BE SAFE AND PEACEFUL.
WARRIOR'S, COME HOME SOON TO THOSE WHO LOVE AND MISS YOU.

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#7371 Feb 29, 2012
Gary Jacobson
INDEPENDENCE DAY

yWhile enjoying picnics, baseball games, races run
Remember Fourth of July’s real meaning.
Remember how our independence was won,
When rockets’ red glare came screaming…

Our nation’s most priceless gift
Was a freedom declaration
Bought through battle’s independence rift
Forming a vibrant new nation,
Watched from the ramparts with elation.

To preserve this liberty from time to time
Americans have walked the walk,
Brave men have walked the line,
True men have talked the talk,
Their heritage honoring by freedom loving
Fighting valiantly to save
From twilight’s bastions last gleaming
This home of the brave.

Now as our nation’s birthday draws near
Remember those who shed their blood for you
Give rounds of applause, a hearty cheer
For those who answered the call to duty do
Their tribute should every ear hear.
Celebrate those who on faraway soil did bleed and die
When the red, white and blue streaks the sky.

Patriots died that our children might breathe free
In this hallowed land of liberty
To honor our forefather’s brave views
For America’s great destiny
Lies in its right wise precepts to choose
Or our brave country lose.

So ever hail the red, white and blue,
Raise her banners high and higher,
To on this day bring teary eyed dew
Celebrate with fireworks last gleaming fire
Rockets’ red glare…
Bombs bursting in air
By dawns early light
Unfurl our stars and stripes valiant might
Hoping never in vain will be our righteous fight
Praying nevermore will fears and hatreds affright
Trusting always in duty forthright
Believing in its star spangled delight
Faithfully offering our most revered birthright.

Vet’s honor our grand old flag…
With supreme patriotism
That’s no brag…
Displaying gallant heroism
For our freedom they fought
Sacrifices given stalwartly
Hallowed liberty sought
That our flag will into the annals of history
Fly forever o’er the land free men save
Long may she wave over the home of the brave…

©Copyright June 2004 by Gary Jacobson

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#7372 Feb 29, 2012
Gary Jacobson
IS WAR’S END IN SIGHT?

Tho’ forlornly I strain beleaguered sight
Seeking, longing, hoping both day and night
To see that holy end of the rainbow bright…
Sadly, I see of wars no end
For greed and malevolence yet mankind rend
Old men still their young to do their bidding send.
Someday mankind will learn from war’s plague
See truth shining through the foggy vague…

But men still brag with hearty elation
We are a warrior generation
Endlessly plodding off to war, mindless of blood, guts, and gore
Experienced by legions of soldiers in days of yore
Pumping mighty fists into air
Thoughtless of those who of war despair
Heedless of war’s wanton desecration
Bearing mindless desolation of war’s terrible devastation.

Some convince themselves War does seeds of peace plant
O, I have seen war’s grievous arse-kissing sycophant
Witnessed its comedy of egregious errors
Propelling would be world emperors
Borne atrocities bearing witness to its emptiness
War’s vacuous great sadness
To one another showing lack of common civilities
Careless to kind amenities depravity guarantees.

And who will war’s cost pay?
Who today will their life give way,
Little children who cannot get out of harm’s way
Young boys sent by politicians to persecute the day
Generations mindless of sanity’s cost of the fray?
War’s worst is done to the weak and infirm
Who in innocence on war’s cross are first to burn
Who have not the means continued life to earn.

Oh yes, there are beaucoup corpses
Revelations of prophetic disclosure apocalypses
Bodies piled in deathly rows
The harvest of evil cruel war sows
For faith, hope, charity’s too often undone
Despoiled in the land of the gun
Where rules the despot king
His ordinances commanded to the people to bring.

Shall men kill men in Allah’s name
His glory to proclaim?
Will war wipe out differences
To install ethnic cleansing defenses?
There is no warrior’s vision without tears and pain
For on the earth these foul imposters reign
To the masses easily seen… unless you’re blind
Always there’s someone with an axe to grind…

Different sides all send out their warriors
Their combat saviors
Each side feeling they are called by Almighty God
Whether Christian soldiers or Moslem jihad
From east to west
Fight and die at their nationalities urgent behest
Earning a generation war’s bequest
The fire and brimstone harvest.

Oh yes, I’ve searched in war for man’s saving grace
The atonement to wash sin from another’s face
Because they just don’t think like we do, politico’s sigh
Without note of the mote in our own eye
To cleanse man’s inhumanity to man.
But… is God pleased with the warrior man
Or is he just content to watch war’s light show?
At his pleasure, can He shut His balcony window?

©Copyright April 20, 2006 by Gary Jacobson

The End…?~ A Trilogy

Part 1: So Weary of Seeing No End by Nancy L. Meek
Part 2: Is War’s End in Sight? by Gary Jacobson
Part 3: The End May Be Nearer Than You Think by Nancy L. Meek

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#7373 Feb 29, 2012
Gary Jacobson
JUST A ROLL OF THE DICE

I’m patrolling the valley of the shadow today
Out in the jungle where the Vietcong play
Walking point in the land of the living dead
Out in the killing zone of all hope bled.
And despite all I can say and do
To make it through…
No matter how observant I am
No matter how leather tough I am
No matter how good a shot I am
No matter how prayerful I am
No matter if I lead or follow
I can taste death’s arrow
Blow-by-blow, marching to meet the foe.
Nothing I do will in this war suffice
No matter how religiously free of mortal vice
No matter how innocently naive I do believe…
No matter whether I fight with bravery or cowardice
It all comes down to a roll of the dice.

There’s thousands of good men on that wall
Honorable men who answered their countries call
Brave men who’ve fallen in blackened pall
There are songs to heroes sung
Fathers, brothers, sisters, sons
Eulogies to good that die too young
O, In war there is no justice
No matter if you’re naughty or nice
None of it matters so much as a bowl of rice
It all comes down to a roll of the dice.

Whether we be mortal men or mice
Whether we’ve won medals for very good service,
In war, the specter of death hovers over us all
Every swinging man, no matter how short or tall
There’s a good chance you’ll end up on that wall
In the latest in a series of violent wars brutish
At the hands of depraved hate fiendish
Fighting savagely
Barbarously
Uncouth
Cutting men down in the flower of youth.
Whether you live in this sweet and sour land of spice
Or whether you pay the ultimate price
Your all sacrifice…
It all comes down to a roll of the dice.

From this combat infantryman take a word of advice.
There are men who don’t like you out there…
Men who want your body to draw, quarter and slice
Despising with detestation’s vilest venom.
God can’t help you here in Vietnam
War is no respecter of person
So brother, just pass the ammunition
‘Cause no matter whether death chooses you
Or the man next to you
Good men… and bad men… both die
You wonder why them and not you
Making folks cry…
Without rhyme or reason why
There is no meaning…
There is no reasoning…
Why a brother beside you standing
Should feel those lead fingers of fire and ice
And not you…
Who lives and who dies…
All comes down to a roll of the dice.

O, unmask that vile impostor war
Who in guise of right brings about things we abhor.
Good God in heaven, what is it good for?
Because of war are our people more just?
Are world leaders at long last honoring their office?
Is authority a power enforced without malice,
A practice unaffected by eyes jaundiced
Without hate or envying prejudiced?
Are we without jealousy,
Without petty hostility…?
Have we a time honored tradition
Of showing for less fortunate compassion?
Is brotherly love a worldwide practice?
Are politicians without greedy avarice?
Do we with love for one another rejoice?
Is there finally poetic justice?
Or is it all…
Just a roll of the dice?

©Copyright 2000 by Gary Jacobson
Annie Muk

Sweden

#7374 Feb 29, 2012
Kathwynn wrote:
Our Veterans
"Our Day Will Come"

Dedicated to Kathy Wynn
and her shaved armpits.

Our day will come
And we'll have everything.
We'll share the joy
Falling in love can bring.

No one can tell me
That I'm too young to know (young to know)
I love you so (love you so)
And you love me.

Our day will come
If we just wait a while.
No tears for us -
Think love and wear a smile.

Our dreams have magic
Because we'll always stay
In love this way
Our day will come.
(Our day will come; our day will come.)

Our dreams have magic
Because we'll always stay
In love this way.
Our day will come.
Our day will come.

“Proud to be a Wiccan Priest”

Level 7

Since: Jul 09

Jonesboro AR

#7375 Feb 29, 2012
Soldier's Note
by Roger W Hancock
http://www.poetpatriot.com/poemswar8.htm#Sold...
Huddled down amidst the mud;
today’s mission past is done.
Scribbling down important note;
scant free-time allowed.
Mind wanders today’s mission;
wonder of tomorrow’s battles.
Moonlight illuminates small note,
begins,“My dearest family.”
Fatigue sets in as thoughts meander,
among more peaceful memories.
Quiet times with mom at home,
children laughing at my jokes.
Peacefulness, within this trench,
brought by family thoughts.
Amidst fatigue and muddy bed,
what to say… what to write?
Just three words before I sleep,
jotting down, just three more words,
before I end… this day in sleep.
Moonlight shines upon small note,
simply states… I Love You!

© October 16, 2008, Roger W Hancock

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