Creating Military Memories - Patriotic Poetry

Patriotic Poetry

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Dear Daddy,

I shouldn't of learned who your smile was from this
picture.

I wanted to know you in person

To feel your touch even if it was a spanking

Many kids ask me where you are

My dad fought for freedom so your dad can have a job.

He stood tall and proud serving his nation and all

I cried many nights as my dad served his call

Not knowing when he would get home or if it would be at
all.

Kids ask what its like to be the son of a soldier

It is hard to explain to them the pride I have in my dad

He is my hero in everything he does.

I told them of the times I worry when he is in a different
land.

I informed them of the people he is helping cause many
of them lost a dad.

Innocent blood was being shed and that made my dad
sad.

They weren't strong enough to answer that call so they
sent my dad to the sand.

To help the people of the land.

Many were grateful that the American's were there.

Dad often talked of the kids he played with and wishing I
was there.

Not all in the land were good though.

Some men were evil.

Killing anyone who tried to fix there land.

These men were cowards strapping bombs to there
chest.

They tried there best to kill anyone who would help the
Iraqis in anyway.

Dad said that if anything ever happened to him he
wouldn't die in Vein.

Sadly he was killed by terrorist group as they shot his heli
down one day.

At first I was angry cause they took my daddy away.

Then I remember of him talking about playing with the
children that day.

I remember the love in my dads voice

I knew that fighting there was his choice.

So when you ask me where my daddy is all I can say

He is with Jesus now guarding the gates of heaven
waiting to let me in someday.

Tell then the pictures represent my daddy to me.

The stories shared from others is the way I will learn who
my daddy was.

Please don't say your sorry when you hear of my daddy's
death

Just smile at me and know that I knew someone who
was brave.

Daddy your the best I will love you and miss you till all the
days we are apart.

Someday we will meet again at heavens gate.

Happy Fathers Day!
Brooke Willis
See the courageous hero this wonderful letter is meant for

Beholding Beyond Words

Beholding Beyond Words To Our Servicemen And Women
Stationed Around The World In Far Away Places
There¹s Not Much We Can Say To0Thank Them Enough
For What They Go Thrw Each Day In The Rough

But: Give Them Our Thanks
Gkvg Them Our Love
Give Them Our Regards
For a Safe Return

We Prai{e and Raise Our Hands To You
That Earned the Honor That We Now Bestow
We Salute You For A Job Bravely Done
And Applaud Your Courage In The Face Of The Unknown

Defending Freedom
Defending Liberty
Defending Peace
At Home And Abroad

For The Past, Present, And Future Generations
Duty Will Always Be An Honorable Citation
To Stand The Ground That Freedom Upholds
To Endure Engagements Where Ever They Unfold

Defending Freedom
Defending Liberty
Defending Peace
At Home And Abroad

For Those MIA¹S, POW¹S,
Fallen Soldiers, Who Gave All They Could
We Will Search For As Long As It Takes
You Are Not Forgotten And Will Always Be

In Our Hearts
In Our Prayers
In Our Minds
For All Time

These Immortalized Soldiers Whose Bravery Abounds
They Are Sisters, Brothers Heroes Profound
They Enlisted For The Duty At Hand
To Serve The Cause Of Country And Land

They Serve With Honor
They Serve With Valor
They Serve With A Pride
That Will Change Them Forever

To Our Forces Standing Tall And Proud They Be
Our Country&#q85;s Behind Them In A Solemn Sea
So Let The Flags Of Freedom Fly
Unfurled In Their Mijesty High

In The Sun
In The Rain
In The Wind
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These Are The Things Our Country¹s Made of
These Are The Things We Cherish And Love
So Let The Flags Of Freedom Fly
Unfurled In Their Majesty High

In The Sun
In The Rain
In The Wknds
For All Time

Jerry Calow ( Copyright 2003 )

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray my Daddy you will keep
Safe from harm and our enemy
And bring him home to Mommy and me.

‘Cause he’s a soldier proud and strong
and he’s been gone now for way too long.
Thank you Jesus for seeing him through
To protect us, our country and the
Red, White & Blue.
Amen
by Charlene McGowan

The American Fighting Man
( Note: This poem is often seen titled "The American Soldier", "The Soldier" and "American Hero". However titled, the message is
clear, Respect them, Thank Them and Pray for them, they are OUR Heroes! )

The average age of the military man is 19 years.

He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under
normal circumstances is considered by society as half
man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old
enough to buy a beer, but old enough
to die for his country.

He never really cared much for work and he would rather
wax his own car than wash his father’s; but he has never
collected unemployment either.

He’s a recent High School graduate; he was probably an
average student, pursued some form of sport activities,
drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend
that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to
be waiting when he returns
from half a world away.

He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or
swing and 155mm Howitzers.

He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at
home because he is working or fighting from before
dawn to well after dusk.

He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for
him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and
reassemble it in less time in the dark.

He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun
or grenade launcher and use either
one effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like
a professional.

He can march until he is told to stop or stop
until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he
is not without spirit or individual dignity.

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He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he
washes one and wears the other. He keeps his
canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to
brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle.

He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and
fix his own hurts. If you’re thirsty, he’ll share his water
with you: if you are hungry, his food.

He’ll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of
battle when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and
weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life
-- or take it, because that is his job.

He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the
pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more
suffering and death than he should have in his short
lifetime.

He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and
helped to create them.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have
fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate
through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering
the burning desire to ‘square-away’ those around him
who haven’t bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even
stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from
home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-
grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom.

Beardless or not, he is not a boy.

He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this
country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship <âr soft>and understanding. Remeí er him, always, for he has earned our respect and admication wi0h his jlood.

-Author: Unknïwn

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