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My Hero: The Boy Next Door submitted by: Anonymous I hardly caught his name But I’ll never forget the look that caught in his eye when a boy’s laughter lingered on his face. His smile dances upon my lips even now. Once a burning crush, that boy in school was only one desk away. I watched in admiration that gentle way he played and dreamt. My only regret was that I never told him what was in my heart. Although words never brought us to a sad goodbye it surely reflected in my glance when he shared his news. Clearly he was terrified, though he never spoke of his fears. His eyes did the talking for him. His time for war had come. Now he’s no longer just the boy next door. He is my hero. He is a brave man, unflinching in the face of both love and battle. He shines in my dreams like a star in the knight. I only hope he knows. |
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Afghani Jingle Bells
By Chaplain (Capt.) Brad Lee Dashing through the sand In a dry and barren land, Loaded in a truck, in search of Taliban. Back at the FOB, Guarding my OP I want to shoot me M-16 But all I seem to see is…. Jingle trucks That’s my luck I never get to fire. All I get to do is sit and guard this stupid wire RPG’s. IED’s. Hey, where is my mail? Osama when we find you we will send you straight to hell. |
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ODE TO THE FOB
By Staff Sgt. Jay Shulz (1-501 PIR) You are my home for the next six months, Oh wait, make that nine. There are so many things I dislike about you, Bit it does no good to whine. Like the fact that I have to travel Your entire length Just to use the latrine. Or having no hot water EVER To keep my skin pristine. The same 3 T-rations over and over And the over cooked meat, Makes me wonder if it’s worth Stumbling in the dark To the mess hall, to get a bite to eat. Five gallons of fuel is never enough To last through the entire night. And seldom getting mail here Because they cancelled the flight. But, alas you are my home And so I grow to love The hescoed walls around me And the J-lens looking around Above. I tolerate your inadequacies For I know it could be much worse. I could be serving in Iraq And dealing with that curse. So until I get to go back to Ft. Rich And see my family I will stumble in the dark So that I can go and pee. |
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~BacK~ |