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men and women in our armed forces and to all of the victims of 
September 11, 2001.  May God Bless them and their families! Pray 
our soldiers come home safe.







A Soldiers Poem



He stands barefoot in the snow, starved from lack of food, wounded from months 
of battle and emotionally scarred from the eternity away from his family, 
surrounded by nothing but death and 

carnage of war.
 

He stands tough, with fire in his eyes and victory on his breath. He looks at 
us now in anger and disgust and tells us this... 


I gave you a birthright of freedom born in the Constitution and now your 
children graduate too illiterate to read it.
 

I fought in the snow barefoot to give you the freedom to vote and you stay 
at home because it rains.
 

I left my family destitute to give you the freedom of speech and you remain 
silent on critical issues, because it might be 

bad for business.
 

I orphaned my children to give you a government to serve you and it has 
stolen democracy from the people.
 

It's the soldier not the reporter who gives you the freedom of the press.
 

It's the soldier not the poet who gives you the freedom of speech.
 

It's the soldier not the campus organizer who allows you to demonstrate.
 

It's the soldier who salutes the flag, serves the flag, whose coffin is 
draped with the flag that allows the protester to 

burn the flag!!!






FREEDOM ISN'T FREE



I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.

A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,

With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.

How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?

How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.


I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still

I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"

When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,

Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea

Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.



Author Unknown





Soldiers Eyes



To look into a soldier's eyes, the window to their soul.

 Look out from inside their mind and see horrors never told.

 You say we are just killers, it's not that plain you see.
 
Take a walk inside my boots and see what I have seen.

 

Many innocent lives taken and soldiers, they were some.
 
Giving their life freely to get the mission done.
 
The last cold stare of death, we see in our buddies eyes.
 
They fought for all your freedom, this is why we die.
 
Some wonder why we fight to protect this nation and maybe lose our life.
 
Ask this question to a soldier, the answers in their eyes.
 
Always will we be here waiting, the call we won't deny.
 
We'll always fight for freedom, never asking why.
 
We'll go away to far off lands , leaving our loved ones behind.
 
Many times we die alone, several times inside.
 
Open windows to our soul, see the tears we hide.
 
Secrets that we cannot keep are in a soldier's eyes.



By SSG M.Lynn McCulley





I've Got Your Back



I am a small and precious child,
my dad's been sent to fight.

The only place I'll see his face,
is in my dreams at night.
 
He will be gone too many days
for my young mind to keep track.

I may be sad, but I am proud.

My daddy's got your back. 


I am a caring mother.
My son has gone to war.

My mind is filled with worries
that I have never known before.

Everyday I try to keep
my thoughts from turning black.

I may be scared, but I am proud.

My son has got your back. 


I am a strong and loving wife,
with a husband soon to go.

There are times I'm terrified
in a way most never know.

I bite my lip, and force a smile
as I watch my husband pack.

My heart may break,
but I am proud.

My husband has got your back. 


I am a soldier, serving
proudly, standing tall.

I fight for freedom, yours and mine
by answering this call.

I do my job while knowing,
the thanks it sometimes lacks.

Say a prayer that I'll come home
and remember who's got your back.



by Autumn Parker