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A wife waits at home in worry despair and in alert weary at the door

A son goes to bed each night alone in his bed awaiting the phone to ring

A daughter goes to school everyday with a ribbon tied to her schoolbag

While a mother cries herself to sleep in fear of that possible day she dreads.

You and I hear about it from family, friends or the news broadcasting on air

We don’t feel each of these people’s pains at night

We don’t see the real story behind the scenes themselves

We have not witnessed tradigity or pain as they have

They have seen and been party from the beginning to the end

They have seen and witnessed it all first hand

These are the people of the service who leave their families to fight for rights or protect the nations and fight

They are men and women
Sons, daughters, dads, moms
They can be anyone

My father and grandfather were one of these great men and women of the land.

These are great heros whom I will thank and respect until the end

These are leaders
Someone’s heros
Soldiers
Friends
Prisoners of wars fought lost and won
They are vets and men and women of service
Sent to help and protect our country and fight in many wars
Thanks to all our service men and women of the country and for our nation

Training in the Marines, Army, or Navy to become the best they can be with pride of and for our country

To some who give there lives in the fight and some who gain there medals to fight others loose there lives and never come out and return to home
These are the men and women of the brave

They came in ones, and twos sometimes more
Came by fours or fives
The thousands or so

A friend or foe
A teacher
A judge

It doesn’t matter who they were
They were soldiers
Friends we knew

Men and women of the governments who called them out
Called them to deploy tonight live or die they’d leave loved ones and family anytime day or night

When duty called they’d pack and leave without a fight to go to go where they’d be sent that very night

Feeling the burning desire of anger and discomfort. No matter how hard I try to step away I somehow always somehow see you Weasel your way back in to destroy me inside. Years gone to waist,tears staining my pillows and sheets. Somehow it just never fails to always get into my head and drain out the very best of me. Somehow, but one day. Yes one day.