Bombs are overhead

He button's up his jacket

And fears he'll soon be dead.

He checks his ammunition

Preparing for a fight

If he's really lucky he'll make it through the night.

He takes a shallow breath

Clutches his dog tag's

And wonders why Satan chose to clothe his head in rags.

He knows he may not make it

He'll likely go home in a coffin

But this thought barely phases him.

He recites the Pledge quite often

He bleeds our country's colors

Red, White and Navy Blue.

Next time you hold your protest sign

Remember, he gives his life to you.

So if you don't support him

Go hang your head in shame.

Hero is his Legacy and Soldier be his name.
  

By Erica Matysiak