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The Soldier

by Roger Crique (Age: 60)
copyright 07-12-2005

Age Rating: 10 +

Muddy ditch stymies;
Broken soul holds me down.
The sun hides in the dark clouds;
Rounds crackle past my head.

A strange land overwhelms me;
The cause; not yet so clear.
Why must we die so far from home?
No oneís near to call me dear.

A soldier I am; now and always.
My heart pounds with every shell.
Unconscious is my mind; with every mortar.
My bloody flag Iíll never sell.

The ground I stand on; not my soil.
Tears of joy if I return;
only hope keeps me a toil.
While to die; we take our turn.

I shall fight until I cease;
For no one feels the tears I've shed.
I shall march besides my flag;
For no one healed the wounds I've bled.

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        10-03-2005     Regina Pate        

let me heal your wounds, let me ease your pain, the war is over, the battle has been won, it is ok to come home now, no more reason is there to hide, they don't care about their freedom, their don't care about their rights, let it go American solider come home to friendly ground, come home my soul protector, write your wrongs while homeward bound. Oh I love it, my imagination is crazy, this is what you make me do, now do you see why I love you too!

        07-13-2005     David Pekrul        

How many soldiers must wonder what on earth they are doing in these foreign lands. It is not glamourous and there is no glory, but they do as they feel they must, for the love of their country. As I do not live in a military-minded country, I have a hard time understanding what goes on in a soldiers thinking, but I do respect them for taking their stand.
You have painted a grim picture, one that should be remembered by us all.

        07-12-2005     Anthony Lane Stahlhut        

The soldier stands to keep us safe. If they are called to fight and die in another land, they go and honor all of us in doing so. We as a nation should do more for our soldiers. This is a nice poem and a great reason to write! Anthony

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