War Poem

From a gunner involved in an attack on a coalition forces Convoy in Kabul, Afghanistan. Rest in peace all involved.

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My friend's dad was killed when one of his convoys was ambushed by terrorists. It's so sad to hear about soldiers being killed and never coming home. My friend hasn't been the same since.

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A Gunner's Lament

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Published: December 2011

I was charged with their safety.
My one and only task,
To protect that convoy
From that fatal blast.

Only I could have stopped it,
Could have saved their lives.
It was up to me to see it,
Up to me to keep them alive.

I can't even look you in the eyes,
For I can't say I did my job.
It was up to me to save those lives.
It was my job.

I have to move forward,
Keep on doing the same job.
I'm supposed to be your shield and sword,
But what if I fail? Do they give me another award.

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  • Jacob Urban by Jacob Urban
  • 2 years ago

My friend's dad was killed when one of his convoys was ambushed by terrorists. It's so sad to hear about soldiers being killed and never coming home. My friend hasn't been the same since.

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