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As I looked into his eyes
I was just a child, his child
He was JUST my daddy.
My daddy that was in glossy pictures clothed in Camoflauge.
Even if only until tomorrow
or even until next weekend
it never gets
easier.
You learn to cherish moments,
memories, time.
In the blink of an eye
they leave.
I remember being a young child
Playing at Grandma’s alongside you
We were kids all running wild
How quickly those times flew
You grew up to be a great young man
Standing strong as could be
they protect our nation and way of life
they are ready at moments notice
there might not be many but they are proud
can you guess who I'm talking about
Miles away from home a soldier lies,He cherishes many hello's, and despites goodbye's.He risks his life, he is willing to die,He does all of this to see that American Flag fly high.What most people do not understand,
This was written while I was at basic training for the United States Army.........
It's amazing how the essence of somebodys presence can change you.
And then when your gone without it its amazing how it could offend you.
He held the ink stained letter
It came to him from miles away
Hung on to every word written
From the girl that begged him to stay
You have the strength of a soldier and the willingness to fight.
You have the strength that will carry you far through foreign lands.
A gun strapped to your back that wears you down, yet you still have the strength to keep going.
I am from the infantry.
From soldiers who have fought to their death.
Through deployments and basic training, they triumph over all.
I am from a war that gave us freedom.
Stand straight, stand tall, stand proud
don't you dare give up.
your strength, my strength...
it is all we have
back straight,
feet together,
now they are apart
must be perfect
As we walk into the line of fire
Memories start running through our heads
Some of us remember playing with our kids
Others seem to recall when they themselves were kids
As just a boy you made your decision to become a man,
you thought long and hard and didn't take a thing for granted
it was in your final year of childhood that you chose to take a stand
The gentle rocking of a
heavy metal coffin
rocks her to sleep
Instead of the pleasant
beat of her child’s
heart.
