Oh my brethren do not reason why,
For we choose not to live or die,
But for our country we do cry,
As we wave our sandy shores goodbye.
Then we land on foreign soil,
And beneath that desert sun we broil,
For it's freedoms' enemy we try to foil,
And for our countries we do toil.
And with weary steps we tread,
As those bullets fly around our head,
What we think is best left unsaid,
Because by next morn we might be dead.
But still we choose to fight that fight,
Because we know what we do is right,
So with all our power and all our might,
We pray that freedoms' future will shine bright.
Now my friend is homeward bound,
And all his friends will gather 'round,
As he is buried 'neath the ground,
What once was life is now a mound.
Yes, his casket with flag adorn,
And it seems tattered and torn,
All of the country does now mourn,
Was for this the reason he was born?
But from this cause he did not veer,
And not once did I see fear,
For at those times he did shed a tear,
It was for loved ones held so near.
So now at last he is back home,
With his body buried beneath the loam,
But with the Angels he does now roam,
And it is for him I write this poem.
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Dark Blue Knight
21st April 2006
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Although the main image depicts an American
soldier, these words are dedicated to all who
have served and are serving their nation in the
continued fight against terror, in Afghanistan, and Iraq.
These service men and women come from USA,
England, Australia and other member countries of the
coalition in this fight against evil and terror.
May God watch over you all.
Eddie. - aka Dark Blue Knight