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American Daughters.
She never knew what it was like...
Spit shine the boots
they dress in green...
Sunlight shines in the Vietnam sky,
As bullets rip through the golden air...
Sunlight shines in the Vietnam sky,
As bullets rip through the golden air...
My daddy went and fought.
For money,for me,my sisters,and America...
Once we set our sails
We stared from towers...
Sometimes I wonder
what's wrong these days...
This poem is about a young soldier realizing the...
Sheena helped me quite a bit with this and many...
He picks up that old bag; holding my pale hand,
With tears in his bright eyes; hands me a gold...
I may be a ex-army-wife but I still have my boys...
I am many years younger then most of them but they...
Our nation's flag soars high in the breeze...
The reds stripes boast the blood of our fathers...