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2013 is now here and our Troops need our Prayers and Blessing more than ever. God Bless our amazing troops and their families too!
Your'e able to see a beautiful
woman or a precious child,
They are told they will be held over
for a month or more
and journey deeper into the wild.
You can call home and makes plans
for a dinner date or even a show,
They just wait and pray for
a letter, just anything from home.
You hug and kiss your loved ones
as they hurry off to bed
They set and hold that special letter,
Maybe laced with perfume
while They dream, cry
or simply bow their head.
You roll your eyes because a
child cries or interupts your dinner,
They get that picture from home of a newborn
They may never get to meet
or see their son hitting the game winner.
You criticize our government
and say they do nothing for you,
They see the innocent tortured and killed
by their own people,
and He remembers why He is fighting for them
and for me and you.
You hear all of the jokes of war
and make fun of all of them,
They hear gunfire, mortars and screams,
It doesnt stop, and stays deep within.
You hear and see, what the media
wants you to see,
They see broken, burn't and dismembered bodies,
There real, not just imagination
and it comes back in every dream.
You are ask to do something
by your boss or parent
that you really dont want to do.
They are given directives that seem harsh
and sometimes means loosing thier life,
I guess we are lucky,lucky its not me or you.
You stay at home and complain
while watching TV, or playing a video game,
They get time off to eat,sleep,
write or maybe call home.
But not being there just isn't the same.
You crawl into a warm soft bed
and cuddle with a pillow,
They try to sleep, wet,cold,
an are usually awaken by a mortar
and helicopters flying in
and they soon may have new orders.
They are My Heros,
The ones that fight the fight
and give all they have to make us Great!
They are our Moms and Dads
our Sons and Daughters
They are my Heros!
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