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THOUGHTS OF A SOLDIER
Contributed by
thepoet
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Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 06:51:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Grains of sand in foreign lands.
Marching forward to kill my fellow man.
In the day, the heat takes your breath away.
The anticipation of battle runs through your blood.
At night it's cold and hard to see.
Is my enemy trying to sneek up on me.
Suddenly without warning the night sky is filled with a bright light.
The sound of gunfire consumes the air.
We have finally met the enemy and me.
Facing each other exchanging gunfire.
The look of fear and survival combine.
A blood curdling cry.
Was that me?
OH GOD ! the searing pain.
I feel my life's essence start to drain.
Tears fill my eyes, i dont want to die.
Not here not like this.
Ithink of my children,my mom my pop.
((CORPMAN!CORPMAN!)) I CRY i'm hit i'm hit.
Don't let me die.
Slowly my eyes grow heavyand start to close.
Suddenly i see my self on the ground.
No more pain just a bright light.
This is good bye from little ole me.
I just gave my life so you can be free.
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Re: THOUGHTS OF A SOLDIER
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by deadheadpoet on
Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 07:42:57 PM AEST
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| Though I find this poem sad, and I feel sorry for men and women who die in battle(all over this world) I do not feel the young men and women who are dying in Iraq are giving their lives for my freedom. They are giving their lives for a greedy country that wants oil. I find it sick and sad. |
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Re: THOUGHTS OF A SOLDIER
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 07:56:47 PM AEST
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Awesomely sad but full with meaning and a fine tribute to all soilders wether fallen or not.
a masterpeice that I'm sure all families of the fallen will get strngth from this very touching write.
May god bless u and all soilders and their families
Luv, huggs, appreciaiton,
emy
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Re: THOUGHTS OF A SOLDIER
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by pyro_88 on
Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 09:21:02 PM AEST
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| very good write. i liked it alot. brought tears to my eyes. keep em coming. |
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Re: THOUGHTS OF A SOLDIER
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by Stoney1 on
Monday, 18th October 2004 @ 12:14:31 PM AEST
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ok, this one needs editing. Try this:
{+we're like} Grains of sand in {+this} foreign land{-}s.
Marching {-forward} to {+the} kill{+ing fields} {-my fellow man.}
In the day, the heat takes your breath away.
The anticipation of battle runs through {+my} {-your} blood.
At night it's cold and hard to see.
Is my enemy trying to sne{+a}{-e}k up on me{?}
Suddenly {-without warning} the night sky {-is} fill{+s}{-}ed with a bright light.
{-The sound of} gunfire consumes the {+silent} air.
We're like grains of sand in this foreign land
Marching to the killing fields
During the day, the heat takes my breath away
And anticipation of battle runs through my blood
At night it's cold and hard to see
Is my enemy trying to sneak up on me?
Suddenly the night sky fills with exploding starshell
And gunfire consumes the silent air
Finally, I am confronted with the enemy... and me...
As we exchange gunfire
Fear and survival combine
A blood-curdling cry...was that me?
OH GOD ! the searing pain!
I sense my life's essence drain
Involuntary tears fill my eyes, I don't want to die
Not here; not like this...
I think of my children, my mom, my dad
((CORPMAN!CORPMAN!)) I CRY...I'm hit, I'm hit
Don't let me die
Slowly my eyes grow heavy
And with the onset of the everlasting light,
...my pain recedes
And I regard myself dispassionately
as I lay there, so still
...and at last...I understand
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