A Soldier crouched on the hard ground,
Praying no one will hear him all around.
There is patience when he walks,
And Honor in him while he talks.
Waiting to see the morning sun light,
Hoping this will be that one last fight.
Going days without water and food,
Terrioists putting him in that bad mood.
He feels sadness, pain, and sorrow,
Not ready for whats happening tomorrow.
Hoping to see his new baby boy,
Giving him a rubber soldier, as a toy.
Hugging him close and hever letting go,
Telling him it's all over, but he'll never know.
Seeing his wife with pretty blonde hair,
Not taking his eyes off her, his only stare.
Asleep in his own bed for the promise of freedom.
Please never forget, because we need 'em.
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Submission Name: Soldier
