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IN AMERICA WAR POEMS
The White House
Washington
March 16, 2007
Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and CEO
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Ann Arbor Michigan
Dear Lillian:
Number 41 passed on the CDs of Mozart Tom. Thanks for thinking of me. I am grateful for their efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in head of the greatest force for freedom in world history.
Best Wishes.
Sincerely,
George W. Bush
Inflexible HONOR
Weakness invites moral plight, war and aggression
Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
All that love can be destroyed and transformed
For the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.
When something bad staring us in the face
To corrupt our morals, faith and determination.
God gives us courage to defend what is right
No matter the sacrifice or danger posed.
Evil seeks to destroy the good in man
And silence the memory of God's law.
It depends on the faithful to remain inflexible
The defense of freedom and justice of all.
Our men and women serving in danger
Are the armor of what the free world depends.
Without their sacrifice body and soul
Everything we stand for is gone.
God loves his SOLDIERS
Sometimes it is difficult to protect what is right
Sometimes we are despised by others as we fight.
Some of us are willing regardless of loss
To commit our soul to save the cross.
Evil prospers on greed and human hate
Always willing to destroy and defecate.
God's grace descends on the soul of man
Cleansing the impure wherever He can.
As long as man has struggled on earth
Life has had its problems from birth.
seed of God's goodness has delayed man's demise
Thank heaven for their heroes to the strong and sages.
The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday
How many could only say.
God loves his soldiers who are lining up to serve
Being against evil His grace they deserve.
Never be afraid to be proud American
America, the abundant, the place where I was born
I will appreciate until the day I die.
When the bones of the heroes of past are buried in the ground
Who wanted what I
Its mountains are so high they reach the sky
With prairies where they grow green herbs.
There are billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.
That blue gold called water with which we have been blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and freshwater lakes
Although the winds of our seasons blow.
There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.
Some cities have buildings a hundred stories high
Concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a gift from France
Describes how, inside, we feel.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Evidence from the U.S. dreams true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, present and the few.
We will defeat terrorism must be fought
Satan Never stop horde chase us to our door.
Protect our borders and way of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Never afraid to be proud of America
And in March with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusal to submit to the will of our enemies
firm for preserve what we trust.
IN THE Teeth of the Dog
Throughout history man was born for fight
Surviving nature, disease, greed and war.
Since its conception has remained the same
The choice to serve good or bad as before.
Our children face the dog's teeth
In the most popular places around our planet.
They leave their families and all who love
To protect and preserve what liberty is worth.
The enemies they face are mad dogs of man
With a desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.
They sing and dance to the death of others
Teaching principles of hatred to the grave.
Support our troops fighting the horde
While we live the life of the home good.
When you see a program Military them your smile
Hello I love you and your not alone. "
MAD DOGS OF MAN
Where dwell the mad dogs of man
There is corruption, plunder and hate.
In each city, town or village
Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.
We are all born as an innocent child
To be fooled by others on the road.
God has always loved children
Although His heart breaks when they move away.
The mad dogs of man never repent
Because they do not have a sense of shame or punishment.
Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life
Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow.
God gives the will to sin no more
And to overcome evil unwilling to cease.
The mad dogs of man must be stopped
Who murder rape and destroy world peace.
Samson, and David Solomon
They were chosen by God to rise.
They faced great difficulties and the fear of death
Refusing to ignore their call.
It is time the good men on earth
To unite restrain the horde.
Standing firm against tyranny where there
Putting the mad dogs of man with the sword.
Where Wars are won or lost
Wars are waged by older men
In battle rooms in countries apart.
Who call for greater firepower
And the troops of the table battle.
While out among the shattered flesh
The dreams of all have become gray.
So young and determined their faces
Even in the battlefield they lay.
Unable to overcome his pride
Politicians cast their votes.
For this or that or something else
As the rage of war sounds its note.
Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
Throughout the story remains the same
Most who die are just males.
Like monkeys in a rotating cage
disputes for the peanut man of power.
When will we overcome our greed
And to be like a beautiful flower?
Death to death, dust dust
The wrath of war is a horrible crime.
It is the beast within that still prevails
As it has through the torments of the era.
WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN
When the war is fought to take over
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
That nourishes the roots of his soul.
Many things will change forever
Much more will want to be.
A As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is man's greatest scourge
Religion, State and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
That which disables humanity.
When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all that die are a symbol
Of the rage that must run its course
Before the words of peace are spoken.
I hate war, but not men, flags or race
But the war itself, with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
Then you are not eligible to receive those who weep.
It distinguishes war is not death
But the man is killed by his neighbor.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With his murderous hand of the enemy.
War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers will not suffer alone.
The essence of war is nothing but violence
Until survivors come marching home.
Sometimes it is difficult to defend what is right
Sometimes we are forced to stand and fight.
Sometimes survive, while others must die
Sometimes I never know why.
The rush of combat is a natural buzz
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting at each other wild game, such as
No shortages of the culprits.
Sometimes victory comes too slow or fast
Sometimes the cost of the two parties ill.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To help stop the savage from being so bad.
War is a hell we visit before death
Driven by the whisper of breath of the devil.
Must be a reason man destroys man
But why so, I can not understand.
11 September
After suffering the wrath of a surprise attack
Now America mourns its very essence.
Though soon her enemies will all run away
From the sound of America waging war.
Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all
The devil has decided to give us a call.
We will defeat the soldiers and drove them out of hell
And if we die, that's what freedom is all about.
We will look wherever they can hide
Street by street, house by house, cave by cave.
They will be eradicated from the face of the earth
For the righteous, the loyal and brave.
HORDE SATA retire
Overcoming the war and uncontrolled leaders
Our world becomes more dangerous every day.
Dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Surviving by his lies in the game.
Bible believers preach, that the end is close
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
God to eradicate all that is evil
For his fire of eruption and storm.
For the victory of evil, never give
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man will be determinants.
What we accomplish is far from heaven
As patriots respond to the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love to death
While the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.
SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III
Our sons and daughters serving in danger to
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents
More than one husband or wife.
They face great difficulties no complaints
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far from all who love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.
The plotters and planners of the condemnation of the United States
Commitment to murder and maul to everything they can.
Since children are taught
To kill is to become a man.
They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Destruction of life with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.
The cry of fear to be submitted
And find a way to calm them.
When the defenders worry if we're down
The future is bleak for the United States.
Now is not the time to fight among themselves
Or kiss on the cheek our enemy.
Throughout the story remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.
May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil, the upper hand.
Everything depends on us to stay resolute
The defense of human freedom.
SO dear to my heart
So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home
As I toss and turn me on my bunk alone.
Everyday I see death, hate and corruption
Combat is a test from God to man's malfunction
For the family, colleagues, and I pray
For my love with this poem they wish to convey.
I knew that I loved but never the amount of
Until the war, I'm forced beyond your touch.
When the violence grows, there is stench of death
With the taste of fear on every breath.
Who will prevail, he will die
As the sadistic slaughter under God's heaven.
Baghdad has become the highway to hell man
When the heart of darkness are alive and well.
I count every day until it is time to return home
And being with my love and never alone.
Love You
Its marine
FREEDOM
In their new uniforms
The young people leave
Not knowing who shall return.
With a proud devotion
They brandish the flag
Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.
May we all be buried
In all our children
It is an ancient tribal prayer.
They are so easy losing
But so hard to forget
Such a burden for a parent to bear.
Oh, the taste of victory
Should be soon forgotten
But never was lost.
By rows of white tombstones
In peaceful green fields
Make it easy on account of the cost.
America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty of war
And, we who are still
It should help keep your free
For those who can march no more!
OUR FLAG
Our flag is fabric wove of thread
Carried by living and dead heroes.
She stands for justice and the value also
With their colors: red, white and blue.
To all who serve cheers will
For anyone who dies, there will be tears.
For all who love her, life is swell
For those who do harm to her, War is hell.
How many moms have cried before
As they sent their sons to war.
How many parents have not returned
Due that our freedom must be earned.
Wars were waged where brave men died
As patriots fought side by side.
Our flag is still the pearl of the earth
Because of those who prove their worth.
Patriotism
I dedicate this poem from inside my shop
As the desert winds keep it folded shape.
My love for the country is in full swing now
I would like to describe it, but it is difficult to know how.
Tomorrow I'll hunt those who enjoy our death
Cursed by hatred and vileness of breath.
I Whether it's another God they serve
To pay for their crimes is what they deserve.
Their horde survives by a different set of rules,
Although will soon learn the fate of the insane murderers.
I can proudly serve my country and president
Who has sworn to defend one hundred percent.
While haunted by visions of what to do
I fight for justice, and red, white and blue.
'S Veterans Day
The cost of freedom is sometimes high
Extremely more when our loved ones die.
Men and women pledged to fight and serve
And it is our support they deserve.
Humanity itself is the culprit
That throughout history, the story is the same.
Peace, like love, can be difficult to acquire
Always with enemy fire.
Somehow the righteous tend to prevail
Over the miss-guided, prone to fail.
No wonder fear the languages that are
As disputes humanity under God's heaven.
The danger our soldiers face is real
So let them know how we feel.
Forth its flag and show your heart
Because we love us out.
Battle for LA Baghdad
Determined though scared, I walk my own pace
On the streets of Baghdad fatal.
In search of a plot to damage our
Or by our death are cheerful and happy.
Standing in the shadows caused by the moon
It reminds me of my nights back home.
I wonder if a woman I love
Is tired of sleeping alone?
I feel remorse for all who live here
This place is hell of a madman.
And those who wish to remain so
Must be killed or locked up in jail.
My greatest fear is not my death
But I'm going to end up in a wheelchair.
For Disabled rest of my life
Depending on others for my care.
My wife, pray for my safe return
As night fell and the GI day are killed.
She knows very well what is necessary
The oath that I have given will be fulfilled.
SADDAM
The king of Baghdad has fallen
Never make again.
The man convicted of these crimes
And the sky is rejected for his sin.
For his tyranny, he was famous
In all the capitals of the world.
Until seized at his spider hole
Completely stripped of his worth.
He is guilty of rape and genocide
While he ruled without remorse.
His power and prestige were toppled
Once George Bush set his course.
Although it may seem that the wicked
And have conquered by their brutality of hand,
Through the power of faith they are defeated
In the seed of goodness in man.
FORMIDABLE FOE
America is the birthday cake land
As the ants march from every direction.
Thanks God for all those who have sworn to defend his
Serving with love, honor, pride and affection.
From the first days of George Washington went to war
Some people have wanted our death.
Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed
He was defeated by our brave and wise.
Again, we must face a formidable foe
Those committed by their God to destroy all
Misuse of his faith as an excuse to kill
As for a jihad worldwide, their leaders call.
Some say we should try to appease
For if we resist, we will hate even more.
But David's among us deliver our stones
Defeat them as before.
SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME
Should tomorrow start without me
Remember I love you.
Looking down from up above
When you see everything you do.
If I become in a casualty
I beg you to love again
Who ever makes you happy
I consider my friend.
Should tomorrow start without me
Remember our boys, God loves all who care.
And when life seems too harsh and cruel
With "He" must share the prayer.
I proved that I am not a coward
Who breaks and runs to survive.
Always fearing death kiss me
On the streets of Baghdad I drive.
If tomorrow start without me
Be proud you choose to serve.
Our faith and our patriotism
Winning the freedom they deserve.
I miss home more never
It breaks my heart to stay away
I can not want to hold
And whisper what I say.
AMERICAN SOLDIER
Our line of soldiers to be remembered
In the best of the best in their work.
They want to be necessary and depends on
To save all we love from the crowd.
They risk life and limb for freedom
Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
To be part of something bigger themselves
They are willing to sacrifice everything you need.
Thank God for heroes
Thank God for the life heroes
Who leads us to overcome those who are not.
The wise are grateful for all the blessings of God
In case of not realize how stupid they are.
The U.S. is the grain train land
People whose financial year the government for its vote.
Everyone has an opportunity to participate and prosper
When arriving on foot, by plane or boat.
Our freedom is based on the law of the land
Our future depends on our sand.
Our past has known both good and bad
And our errors are willing to admit.
The grim of heart hate America
And choose to put His wonders to shame
The devotion of most who love and live here
Get up to defeat the soldiers of blame.
LA SOLEDAD DE LA GUERRA
I know I'm still here so far, far away
As we fight for what you believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mom
Every moment of every day and night.
The loneliness of war can drive you crazy
If you do not get letters of concern from home.
Left, right, front and rear,
Death waits to leave the only love.
We pray to God to be saved
To return home or live the here after.
Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see every day
As we yearn for those days of laughter.
The faraway look of a fallen comrade
As you stay with him until the end.
No mother ever carried her infant
More carefully, we a friend.
Many have their own personal journals
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh
Always makes home seem far away and better.
I've become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving
So try not to worry too much about me.
Only help your mom and foot from the ground
And while I'm gone all you can be.
SLAUGHTER, processing and NO WAR RESTRICTIONS
The Japanese had not lost a war since 1598
Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition
(Twice as an infantryman U.S.)
With five days rations and fearless determination.
Men badly wrapped brown uniforms
From his early childhood had taught
To die for the emperor and country
It was the greatest of all glories to be sought.
In addition, hardware support was impressive
As snipers were accurate up to a thousand yards and more.
Their ships were faster, bigger weapons, better torpedoes
And their planes matchless acting, acrobatics and punctuation.
Only by sacrifice, transformation, and unrestricted warfare
Was America able to overcome and prevail.
Again America must stand firm to survive
As we face a new monster from hell.
VIETNAM
SOLDIER IN THE RAIN
I'm just a soldier in the rain
My memories of home are what keeps me sane.
Back home is a land of milk and honey
Ruled by lust and the love of money.
But what I can tell, when to serve its true
Because I volunteered to see this war through.
Now, I'm here, is hard to believe
We are the victims of those who cheat.
As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam
Frightened men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It is thousands of miles to the steps of my church
Con, steeples and stained glass seeking lost souls.
In the distance I see an arc light
The bombs dropped on children at night.
I've seen evil they call the yellow rain
And how life withers when it is sprayed by an airplane.
All my friends have been removed
Only touch Soccer will never play.
Zip in their body bags for the long trip home
These are some of the bravest, I've known.
War is hell, devised by man
There is no death in the sea, sky and earth.
Lord, I can not help wishing they were home
Back with my love, whom I hope you are alone?
DADS AT WAR
Where would I be without you dad
My hero of night and day
I'm so glad that my mother's love
And take time for us every day.
The last time I played baseball
You have reached to me with his hand.
I looked at you, then made a wish
That may be just half the man.
I love my father of this land
And I love my father in heaven.
It's a lot to me love, you know?
Because I am only eleven.
Mom and I sure miss
Since you left to defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your dad
I can not boast and brag.
Bullets and barbed wire
We awoke to the crack of gunfire
With mortar rounds hitting the ground nearby.
The shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags
That saved a lot of us who do not want to die.
The heat plain shell hit the ground
As the VC office our fortified hill.
We killed so many the stench made us sick
As we struggle to live, not emotion.
Barbed wire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll
markers such as red and green lit the sky.
Soon I was the last GI left
When napalm caused my enemy to fry.
From the noise of our helicopters fire
The enemy retreated to the caves and trees.
Then I cried, "Thank you" to heaven above
As I found my friends on my knees.
Somehow I managed to survive the day
Although many who have served with names that have been read
Carved into the stone of The Wall shiny black
They are my companions of war, among the dead.
KOREA 1950
UN soldiers fought and were forced to retire
Behind sandbags protected by barbed wire rings.
Many GI died since it took the attacks
For 810 000 Communist troops.
Our guys used phosphorus, flamethrowers and napalm
Because without these weapons could not survive.
The Communist charges led by horns
Until the UN could start it's offensive unit.
In the battlefield death and misery
Many froze with their hands still stuck to their guns.
While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags
City children peasants, students, parents and children.
With one and a half million dead or wounded
Both sides singed a truce before generals involved.
27 of July 1953
And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was resolved.
The Second World War
WAR
When the war is fought to take over
And events beyond control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
That nurtures roots of his soul.
Many things will change forever
Much more will want to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is man's greatest scourge
Religion, State, and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
That which disables humanity.
When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all who die are a symbol
Of the rage that must run its course
Before the words of peace are spoken.
SEND TROOPS
Our ship had sailed before dawn
Surrounded of the thickest fog
Still ignorant of our fate
Or what was written in the diary of Captain.
It did not take long for me see
Our cruise was not for fun
An experience of a lifetime
No place to run.
Twenty knots per hour that swept
As white caps passed us by
Ten thousand young Americans
A Europe to die.
A sailor told us not to worry
Some day we'd our mail.
Uncle Sam would make sure
No matter how far you sail.
Thirty meters I tried to sleep
Below the line float the boat
Just the place for claustrophobia
To enter my mind.
My favorite vest was my May West
What took me all the time
Only in the case of German submarines
Or an underwater mine.
Thirty-three days we were at sea
We crossed Ecuador on two occasions.
Many years have passed since then
The years of sacrifice.
Bravery
Many brave souls lived before now
Unwept and unknown by their face.
Lost somewhere in the distance at night
Till a poet chronicles their grace.
It's true value is shown by conducting
Without witnesses, which could be
Able to face the world
Without any or all.
What the brave big rest in peace
All blessings from heaven to earth.
They gave our country, but his best
Those destined to be brave from birth.
PEARL HARBOR
Sunday, December seventh
In 1941,
While most Hawaii still slept
Came the planes of the Rising Sun.
Waves of bombers and fighters flew
From the decks of the Japanese ships.
While our planes were still in the ground
"Banzai" was spoken from his lips.
The winds of war had blown
Over the oceans of our land
Although it is not until Pearl had been bombed
Do we realize what is true freedom.
Wars are fought and won on two fronts
At home and in the battle line.
Both are equally important
When war consumes our heart and mind.
The attack brought us World War II
With death, pain and separation.
All those who had served were well aware
From his sacrifice for the nation.
CONFLICT
The harder the conflict that sometimes face
The most glorious is the victory.
The tyranny is hard as hell to defeat
When it raises its head throughout history.
War never leaves a country as it was
When neutrality is a word account.
As the murderous hands of man himself
Is guilty of all the departed.
D - DAY THE WALL
Over two hundred rangers scaled "The Wall"
A stone cliff over a hundred feet high.
Some of them did all the way to the top
While others fell and perished as a result of his fall.
Those who gained more, had answered God's call
For men stop evil once and for all.
They fought against the Germans and destroyed their weapons
To save the lives of our parents and children.
So many years have passed since then
When the future of our world was saved by brave men.
We can not forget the hell we went through
Prior to the skies again turned blue.
D-DAY
D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
That close to the shadow of Hitler's dream.
The largest joint combat landing time
While blood from both sides flowed like a river.
When their boats hit the sand, their ramps down
And all this on a visit to hell.
They jumped to do good to their country
And to kill the enemy without fail.
They fought the Germans, tides, winds and waves
In conditions not easily predictable.
In the evening the battle was in our favor
With courage, bravery, death, and men shouting.
The bodies covered the beach for five miles
Though heroism had carried the day.
With literally thousands dead or wounded
Those who remained were determined to stay.
They faced great difficulties and decided not to protest
They won the war ill put to shame.
Most came home, married and raised their children
But he could not recall with pain.
MIDWAY
It was June 1942 quarter
As I was floating in the ocean alone
The ship sailed on, sank in the background
And I thought I would never again see home.
The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east
In an attempt to capture Midway.
Although they were detained by U.S. warships
Whose guns, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day.
Throughout the night, I saw fires Artificial War
And on the second day We walked up the heat.
As big bombers dropped their loads Hawaii
In Japanese ships soon opted to retire.
An imperial pilot came floating close
Who had been bitten by animals of the sea.
I could not help but feel passion this is the man
Who had come to his call as I was.
When it was over, I was plucked from the depths
For men a lifeboat just after dawn.
For two days I had seen the Battle of Midway
Now it is quiet and the enemy is gone.
SURVIVAL
He wandered all night and was losing my hope
Before the moonlight I saw land.
I spent over and through their reefs from the beach
When I quickly softens my footprints in the sand.
All I had was my dagger and a canteen
It was May 4, 1943.
Just me alone on an island enemy
Was not a safe place for a sailor to be.
I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat heart
If that's what it took for me to survive.
I already said so many times thanks
For "God" was the reason he was vivo.
Out of the darkness, voices of two men flock
Laughing and talking in a language not mine.
Gradually I came to camp
What what they ate, it would soon eat.
I stabbed them both and took the fish, rice and wine
Then ran my way back to the raft on the beach.
Soon I was floating in the ocean again
And far enough away from where bullets could not reach.
The next day was collected by floatplane
crew who saw the candle from the air.
Once inside and safe, I cried like a child
For the dead would always be there.
It was hard to believe that heaven let me live
A farmer in Kansas, in high school last year.
My girlfriend is blond and she hates me I went
Although I am a veteran of the battle, death and fear.
OKINAWA
Okinawa was to be our last stop
Before we invaded Japan.
The largest landing of the Pacific War
As our soldiers ran across the sand.
At first Just our Marines opposed
But on the fifth day hell they found.
A solid wall of human resistance
Firing their weapons from caves on the ground.
Air power and big guns had little effect
In its strong cliff carved in limestone.
It took man against man eradicate
As bullets pierced flesh and bone.
Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes
Calling out the transport and warships.
As the Imperial Air Force struck our fleet
The cries of fear and hate spewed from the lips.
One hundred ten thousand Japanese
At the end of the battle lost life.
Over twelve thousand Americans died,
Before, just our flag flew over the field.
BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC
After the fall of France in 1940
The Germans soon began their own blockade
With most of their efforts in the Atlantic
Hoping to stem the flow of trade in Britain's war.
With quick privateers like Bismarck
Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance.
The small German navy sank ship after ship
Until the British Navy destroyed war's romance.
Shipping losses from German submarines increased
And the Battle of the Atlantic seemed lost.
But soon America would enter into war
To defeat the enemies of freedom at all costs.
Multitudes would die and mourn their families
Before the Second World War was fought to the end.
What a waste of humanity, who had lost his mind
Even now, our enemy is our friend.
ITEM
The real words, which portray my love
I am writing to you from inside my heart.
May we always remember how we
Though through conflict we are forced to participate.
Nobody can say how long will
Because life is not eternal.
However, most hope to be blessed by love
For he who does our casting.
As the fear of battle bites my flesh
My thoughts of home help keep me sane.
There is no guarantee that I will survive
But either way, I will serve without shame.
In case of cold hands death to reach me
I pray my soul will awaken from his dream.
At the voice of God assuring
To my mind, has opted to maintain.
So try to remember while I am gone
The person I need most is you.
I will fight like hell to stay alive
To go home for the love that I knew.
Prisoners of war
When you become a prisoner of war
You will find you have lost your freedom and more
The guy with the gun tells you what to do
As we yearn for freedoms you had before.
His will to survive keeps it alive
Though sometimes you wish you were dead.
Torture beyond any normal mind
And there is no safety even in his bed.
Bullets, barbed wire, searchlights and sharp teeth
Have you in a place that does not want to be.
The food is pretty bad and sometimes moves
And you have no choice of what they hear or see.
The lucky are released and return home
Although in his dreams his destiny is not safe.
War may be hell, but confinement Worse
Because then you are never as before.
GENERAL QUARTERS
HQ, headquarters
All hands of man from his battle station!
Sunday morning, December the seventh
When the war facing our nation.
Soon we realized that it was a sham
But instead it was a real war.
Noting the death of friends and colleagues
It's more anger than fear she feels.
Japanese warplanes came flying in low
As already pointed the gun sight.
From the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl
Damaged but the crew still willing to fight.
I saw the face of a pilot, who crashed
Surrounded by black smoke and fire.
Some of my bullets must have found their mark.
By His death was but my desire!
Two dead in 1323
In a battle less than two hours.
With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone
Japan has demonstrated its naval power.
The bombing and strafing of ships and troops
Caused our Congress to declare war.
Where many men gave their lives
Fighting for flag, country and more.
KENNEDY = YEARS OF WAR
PT-109
After the attack on Pearl Harbor
He applied for sea duty in the war.
When Lieutenant John F. Kennedy
He became famous for his bravery and more.
In the dark hours before dawn
On August 2, 43.
Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat
Through the blackness of night at sea.
PT 109, was on patrol of Solomon
With a 12-man crew in a wooden boat plywood.
A Japanese destroyer made her way through the night
Ramming and cutting Kennedy's boat in half.
Two of the crew disappeared
A third suffered severe burns.
Kennedy was thrown to the deck
When the pain his leadership he earned.
Some of his men I had never learned to swim
As the bow floated met.
The hours passed tell it seemed sinking
So he made for an island and here's how.
He ordered those who could swim
The others were clinging to a beam.
Kennedy took the injured sailor
And tread via the ocean current.
With clenched teeth vest belt burned man
Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles.
5 hours after all he did
Despite its difficulties, sharks, and trials.
The next problem was how to help gather
Without waking the enemy everywhere.
After several attempts swimming to other islands
Finally, two Indians in a canoe were found.
Zero Kennedy a shout on a coconut
To be delivered to a base 38 miles away.
The message did and they were saved
Its value is still living today.
FIRST WORLD WAR
FLY-Boys
The First World War gave us the fly-boys
That flew by the seat of their pants.
Many of them never return from war
While others survived by chance.
Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own gun
The use of fur, scarf and goggles of glass.
Aviators not Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to his death
Or when they combine a bullet in the brain.
Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines were a source of fear.
They flew so high they were hard to break down
Hide above the clouds until their objectives approached.
tracer bullets were used for the first time
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became Roadside man's death
With duty and honor of driving the desire.
How many Fly-boys have since lost
The days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get those brave of chance
That rise of the rest in the battles of the war?
WAR AMERICAN CIVIL
In 1860 life was good
Until its simplicity left a single day.
The North wants to save the Union
While decided to break the South.
America was torn
As six hundred thousand died.
Over four years of total war
Women without husbands to mourn.
The sad reality of the Civil War
This is what was on their end.
Too often, acts of evil men
Destroyed both enemy and friend.
The problem was that once he started
There was no peace or compromise.
Total victory must be proclaimed
Leave Before rage eyes of men.
Destroy everything that helps the enemy
Was the cry of both sides.
Anything to obtain victory
As the death was horseback riding.
Black men dressed in period uniforms
It became subject to the Union.
They fought and died for freedom
And their rights they earned and deserve.
Lifestyles change forever
For all those who survived the war.
It had ended as it began
With sadness, anger and more.
Both sides prayed to God himself
And he spoke the words of the Bible.
The prayers of both were not answered
For all those involved were responsible.
THE BORDER OF KANSAS
Coronado, in his quest to find gold for Spain
It was the first European in a green Kansas plane.
The explorers and traders arriving from France.
They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced.
At the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark
Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark.
A large number of Indians, forced out from the East
Relocated to Kansas, where the party buffalo.
Thus, more of a cowboy decided to stay
It was not very long and most Indians were forced away.
When Missouri joined the Union, the slave states equaled the free.
Which way is Kansas vote, Congress was eager to see?
The Heart-Landers were bleeding, their cities were in flames
As raiders from the slave states tried to force their will.
The solution of Lawrence was sacked by a mob
In revenge came John Brown, who would murder and rob.
Kansas joined the Union in the Civil War.
After four long years of the tragedy, many women lost their man.
cattle trails met the railroads, and pushed across the state.
Farmers planted the corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate.
The frontier days are long gone, but the sunflower is still here
My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo roam the deer.
BLACK POWDER BRIDGE
A pilot hands Messaging roles for me
They are instructions from Robert E. Lee.
I have reported it is now time
To stop the movement of troops in the Rock Island line.
I gather my men and the ships loading
We powder our pistols and darken our coats.
Traveling the currents, the sun slides into view
So As brave men with a purpose have gathered to fight.
We capture a bridge before the moonrise
The Yankees who are here will soon be will fly.
The evil of war feeds on my brain
As light the fuse to destroy a train.
Above us a trestle of timber and tar
Pulling the oars of a sandbar willow.
From the banks of the river to see it approach
There are shadows of the soldiers in the windows of a car.
With a burst of bright yellow and a roar in ear
I hear screaming as they're falling in fear.
The river is boiling in steam, steel and stems
Back home to their families soon sing funeral hymns.
The lone survivor was a red stallion
I bonded his neck, and freed him from the mud.
How to travel in his chair under the stars that shine
I ask forgiveness and some peace of mind.
War is a lesson who want to learn new
When man has that fever to murder and burn.
Lord, please forgive me for what I've done
For those who have silenced some mother's son.
THE FEVER OF FEAR
The barrels are filled with hot metal field.
Soldiers are looting and burning of our city.
The fever of fear runs through my veins
As too many Bluecoats jump from troop trains.
The Smoke from hot barrels is swirling around
About four thousand muskets volley their sound.
All my colleagues have left a lead bullet
Most mourn, then stumble and fall.
Even the young boy who takes our flag
Now he is dead as he clings to that rag.
The cars with the blood trail on the ground injured
Death and destruction are easily found.
The Generals are to mourn, because they can not bear the loss
But it is the soldier who dies on his feet.
Horse hooves are pounding on a plank bridge
As sunlight is reflected in the blades of their swords.
Quickly hide in the roots of a tree
When land has eroded and there is only room for me.
At twilight night I escaped with cloud cover
Then float down the river, as I cling to a record.
Songs of their victory, ring out all night
While from the cold, muddy water, I see their firelight.
It makes me remember my church in the old field
When the preacher spoke the word of God from his vantage point saint.
That the seed of all conflict began in a cave
When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave.
THUNDER IN GROUND
The guns are cries of a song far
The battle lines are forming and there is little time to pray.
bullets musket are shedding like hail from heaven
I am so full of fear because I do not want to die.
From beyond yonder hill comes a terrifying sound
It is the music of the buglers and there's thunder in the ground.
Fast Horse Soldiers have developed their swords.
They are shouting and screaming and charging up the throat.
It's hard to believe how many make it through
Such as hacking and shooting at the boys in blue.
Then come the soldier men who are on their feet
Each time a drop, my heart skip a beat.
There is a storm in the ground made of death, dust and smoke
My throat is so dry, I can not drown.
The fury of the battle is bound to set
When most of the fighters lie dead on the floor.
By nightfall, the stretcher-bearers are afraid to search the entire
Feral pigs eat the wounded and I can not stand the sound.
Come dawn, digging ditches for all the brave men, living
Then the words of our Bible quotes praying heaven lets them in.
SLAVERY
When the chain from the neck of a slave
The other end is attached to you.
Your heart and soul are corrupted
And everything bad is going to do.
No government should exist for long
Who's people are not really free.
Although there are people around the world
Who remain blind to how life should be.
All you have to enslave others
Shall dwell in their own living hell
After death, they will join their teacher
In that place the sky fell.
But until then we will fight and resist
Do put their chains away.
And those of us who may die first
From heaven shall watch and pray
Brother against brother
In the course of becoming agents
Young people West Point bonded like brothers.
Even tenants of the Civil War transformed friend to foe
As many cadets chose to serve others.
Fifty-five of sixty major battles fought
Is led by graduates of the gray line.
Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another
To kill and plunder were virtues of the time.
More than six hundred thousand soldiers consumed
Not to mention the multitudes of the population.
The cities, farms and countryside were devastated
Before our Union was restored to a nation.
THE LITTLEST SOLDIER
Nine Johnny Clem years which was only four meters in height
Fled from Ohio to answer the call of their country.
He joined the Union and became in a drum
Soon to test the weapon he carried was much more than a toy.
Armed with a sawed-off shotgun, reduced to just fit him
He shot a rider tried to rebel in.
Awarded his sergeant stripes and a silver medal
His comrades offered him hot coffee from your water heater.
The newspapers of the North, gladly published his story
To say the nine year old boy who won glory for their country.
LA BATTLE
The moon is sky high
And perfectly round
As highlights beauty
Of land in dispute.
Life is a journey
When the change is free.
Then there is no trial
For life and you.
morning carnage
We will survive if we can.
Death and dismemberment
From the hand of man.
Some face
With shortness of breath.
While others charge
In the face death.
Let the race to the battle
And pray that all
Hoping to somehow
We pass the test of God.
Bugles
His red and blue flag mob, stood out
Against their dust covered uniforms of gray.
Fought fiercely to kill our enemies
As the battle raged in the heat of the day
Volley after volley expose our fire
With thousands of led balls break flesh and bone.
Blistering sweat rolled down all the faces
As the songs of war by bugles were blown.
There was a sound noise sticks in barrels
As each new minieball was loaded and fired.
Some shot aimlessly into the smoke
While others took aim at the worn and tired.
The bullets are everywhere as the July 4
However, our enemy kept surging ahead.
Suddenly he broke and ran groups
Dispersion fled to the forest.
From behind the protection of a stacked stone wall
The victorious cheered or just starring sat
In all bodies of friends and enemies
While for the wounded the surgeons were caring.
Soon the war was over and I survived
Despite its brutality in the ground trampled.
From boy to man who became
Although still in the night I hear the sound.
LEAF WATER
From the East Coast was colonized by the British
As the Indian rule began to recede.
After many battles, lost their land
Give the white man's power and greed.
In the coming years as a leaf in water
The Indians were swept by the white man.
As hunters and pioneers pushing westward
Brought death and disease on earth.
Settlements white fur traders arrived
Followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and shape tools.
None of which helped the Indians to survive
Who chose to wage war and break the rules of the white man.
Many treaties were made, only to be broken
For those eager earth, wood, leather and gold.
Prospectors arrived to plunder the earth
And to be farmers, the Indians were told.
The fight continued, to the prairie west
Over the mountains and down through the sandy desert.
Indians proved to be formidable foe
As both sides fought from afar and hand to hand a.
Lieutenant Colonel Custer, led his cavalry
In search of fame and tribal disgrace.
But instead he and his men were massacred
By hostile Indians painted on his face.
Around the campfires of Rosebud and Pine Ridge
Singing warriors danced till Sitting Bull's death.
The majority forced to surrender at Wounded Knee
Where many sad Indian who obtained their last breath.
With their fighting spirit completely broken
And the way ancient tribal gone forever.
Proud Indians were moved to reservations
When his great history, once in the life of song.
LA HINGE OF HISTORY
The hinge of history of changes in all directions
As events of the past are put in writing.
From everything has occurred since early man
Less has been recorded that waits to be found.
Babylonians kept chronicles of history
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story.
Greeks had no faith in the future to all
Believing that is repeated errors doom his glory.
Christian added a new dimension to the story
Looking forward to the return of Christ to earth.
An ongoing drama involving man and God
Believing all are created equal value.
Some have asked why we should study history
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history to repeat its mistakes
As the outcome of humanity is cast.
THE ALAMO
Leaves poplars stood still
As outside the walls Santa Anna's horde closed in.
A small group of Texans watched and waited
Concerned combat and how life would end.
The battle raged from building to building
So the old mission chapel was the last to fall.
More 180 Texans died fighting man
Never to return, surrender or crawl.
Six weeks later, Sam Houston joined forces
With "Remember the Alamo "as a rallying cry.
Attacking and defeating Santa Anna's army
To win independence for Texas or die.
The Spanish word for "poplar" is "Alamo"
The long time popular name for the mission.
Today, thick-walled old chapel still standing
Preserved as a sanctuary of sacrifice and tradition.
GENERAL WASHINGTON
Once in command, at the British box
In Boston, where he captured Dorchester Heights
In view of the British at their mercy
As his men pointed their gun sites.
The British commander had only one choice
To browse New York to renew the fight.
When the English had much greater forces
Soon chased men Washington in mid-flight.
They went to Pennsylvania
After crossing the Hudson River in retreat
With British forces in the pursuit
It seemed as though George was doomed to defeat.
When winter seemed to put an end to conflict
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware.
On that Christmas night took Trenton
If Hesse were surprised and unaware.
He whipped the British at Princeton
When in victory of his men began to sing.
Washington then wintered in Morristown
Training his troops for battle in the spring.
Washington fought bravely at Brandywine
And again in a place called Germantown
But the British were the victors
As the dead of both sides covered the ground
The Americans were blessed early spring
When the French entered the war on their side.
Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge
With the help of the French marched in stride.
The battles continued in the North and South
As the king's soldiers destroyed the earth.
Washington was in great despair
Begging for help for his weakened command.
Their prayers were answered by 5000 troops
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
They bottled Cornwallis at Yorktown
Who surrendered to victory drums at play.
Yorktown was really the end of war
Although he did not realize that many respects quite done yet.
But the British soon grew tired of fighting
And the conditions of its end were signed and established.
Washington longed to retire to his home
But his country chose him first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support
Because he believed that "he," by God, was sent.
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