A Soldier's Thoughts: A Collection of Poems

When I was Young and Wild; No longer a Child, I went to War with my Brothers.

From the North, East, the South and the West; we were, America's best.

Many lost their Girls and Wives to Jody; along with their Booty!

He was their best friend! While we were away, Jody did play!

We went to fight; for you, and the Red White and Blue.

We were taught: To shoot between the eyes, that way we knew they would die!

We were highly trained in Weapons of Mass Destruction and, Combat (Hand to Hand)!

Bullets would scream by our heads, one Inch closer, we'd be dead.

The sounds of the Big Guns would pierce our Ear Drums. Bombs and Napalm would fall from the Sky: Many men died on both sides; No matter how much, they tried to hide! Booby Traps and Land Mines were all around, on Tree Trunks, in and on the ground.

Atop the Trees, Charlie would wait for us, to take his Bait.

Immersed in Water; with Weapons above our heads, slowly we moved, make NO sound or we'd be dead.

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