A Soldier

There is discipline in a soldier you can see it when he walks, There is honor in a soldier you hear it when he talks. There is courage in a soldier you can see it in his eyes, There is loyalty in a soldier that he will not compromise. There is something in a soldier that makes him stand apart, There is strength in a soldier that beats from his heart. A soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do, A soldier is the soul of that man buried deep inside of you. A soldier's job isn't finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week, A soldier is always a soldier even while he sleeps. A soldier serves his country first and his life is left behind, A soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind. If you are civilian - I am saying this to you..... next time you see a soldier remember what they do. A soldier is the reason our land is 'Home of the free', A soldier is the one that is brave protecting you and me. If you are a soldier - I am saying this to you..... Thank god for every soldier Thank god for what you do.  - Summer Sandercox

SADNESS

I stood and I watched as a mother cried, 

when she had heard that her son had died.
He didn't die because he was sick, 
or he didn't die because he was in a wreck.
He died doing what he felt was right. 

I watched a father try to hold back his tears,
His son had lived only a scant 19 years. 
His son had died nine thousand miles away,
And what was there left for a father to say? 
He got down on his knees and said a prayer,
His brave son knows his father did care. 

I stood and watched as a little girl cried. 
She didn't understand why her brother had passed on;
Why he never again played with her on the lawn. 
Looking at the little girl's tears I knew,
That her big brother died fighting for you and me.

Soldier's Ghost

I bled for you - would you for me?


I blessed a skin in blazing fuel
Then took a bullet in a duel of
‘He or I to Die.'


I often question ‘Why? '
Do you?


My country was my life to give -
Would you for country cease to live?
Sinking in a mire of death,
You have no choice -
So while you're still alive,
Rejoice!


I cried in failure - did you care?
And as I waned, were you aware of
What I did -?
Fighting for my country while you hid
Behind your comfort back at home?
Still relaxed?
My wife and child are Fading at the tomb


Mark R Slaughter

So You Want To Be A Soldier

So you want to be a soldier
And learn those fighting moves
Be a member of a team 
In the soldier's school


So you want to be a soldier
And go far from your home,
And learn there how to be a man
As you fight and roam 


So you want to be a soldier 
And hold your buddy's hand,
As they breathe their final,
There on some mortal sand.


So you want to be a soldier 
And call the road your bed,
And never know just when or how 
You'll lay down you tired head.


So you want to be a soldier
Be buries in some plot-
Maybe far from your hometown,
After you have fought.


So you want to be a soldier
Well there's no finer choice,
Than giving so selfishly
To freedoms song, your voice.


You want to be a soldier
And you could do much worse,
And choose the cowards way to go
And walk, behind the hearse.


But your name they'll remember,
As they speak of you with awe;
And wonder at your bravery,
And wonder what you saw.


Many men will shake your hand
And thank you for their freedom,
They'll say it is a gift from god
That you are still breathing.


You'll live more than more thanj other men
And suffer much more too,
But in the end , you'll count it as 
The best thing you could do.


And the biggest thank you,
That you will ever receive, 
Is in the eyes of loved ones
When you're back home again.


So if you know an older soldier,
Please shake his hand today 
And tell him that you're grateful 
He chose the soldier's way 


-Patti Masterman

A Soldier

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,

That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,

But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.

If we who sight along it round the world,

See nothing worthy to have been its mark,

It is because like men we look too near,

Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,

Our missiles always make too short an arc.

They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect

The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;

They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.

But this we know, the obstacle that checked

And tripped the body, shot the spirit on

Further than target ever showed or shone.

It Has Always Been The Soldier

It is the soldier,

not the President who gives us democracy. 

It is the soldier, 

not the Congress who takes care of us. 

It is the soldier, 

not the Reporter who has given us Freedom of Press. 

It is the soldier, 

not the Poet who has given us Freedom of Speech. 

It is the soldier, 

not the campus Organizer who has given us the 

Freedom to Demonstrate. 

It is the soldier, 

who salutes the flag; 

who serves beneath the flag, 

and whose coffin is draped by the flag, 

that allows the protester to burn the flag.

(Father Dennis O'Brien, US Marine Corp. Chaplain)

SOLDIER'S FREEDOM.

SOLDIER'S FREEDOM
by Richard McLellan

Standing in the trenches,
The sweat running down my face
I adjust my steel pot
and increase my marching pace,

The day is hot,
steamy across the land
you can see the heat,
on the distant sands,

My M-16 rifle is beside me,
I carry it so,
because the enemies of freedom,
are endless across the land,

They want to enslave us all,
under a blanket of their inept ideology,
However their army of misfits,
Will fall one by one.

Until freedom is boundless, prevalent, and wall-to-wall,
this soldiers job will never be done,
An endless struggle of epidemic proportions,
For freedom of the mind, heart, and soul suffers defeat;
Without the soldier's devotion to protect freedom and liberty for all. 

Source: Soldier's Freedom by Richard McLellan