I pledge allegiance to the American Flag; forever may she wave.
God bless those covered with her as they're lowered to their grave.
We must not take for granted the freedoms that we share
and the soldiers that protect us in our darkest hour.
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He is an armchair critic
Who likes to watch the news.
Staring at his old TV,
He mumbles as he views,
Wow, I love your poem.. Hats off to your old forgotten soldier.
How blue are the eyes of my darling
And warm are her lips ruby red.
How white are her arms of enchantment
That beckon me into her bed.
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Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying,
To those whom I've fought with
and to those I don't know your name,
we fought by one another.
You did not die in vain.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
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Running through the battlefield, bracing for the bang.
Cannons fire near me, metal swords go clang.
Everyone I know and love could flash before my eyes.
I was charged with their safety.
My one and only task,
To protect that convoy
From that fatal blast.
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.
I am a small and precious child,
My dad's been sent to fight.
The only place I'll see him is in my dreams tonight.
He will be gone too many days
I'm a Soldier Dad. Son of a Soldier Dad. Son of a farmer from Ohio. Son of a German immigrant who served in the Civil War, a butcher from near Berlin. My children are grown and yet the fight...
He sat in his foxhole,
Fired his last round.
Looked at his friend,
Fatally wounded.
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