193

Sitting in the darkness and the chill of the night,
You hear gun shot after gun shot cry after cry,
Not knowing whom you'll see and what you'll encounter the next day,
Its day 192 and you're losing it, it's been 192 days you've survived hellhole,
You can't help but ask yourself "what am I doing?"
You rest your head on your head and cry, just wishing you could go home.
You look down next to your heart and you see that red and white patch you wear with honour and dignity
Then you think of home, that glorious and free land that you're protecting.
You think of those innocent children that look to you like a hero,
You think of your mother who's missing you, praying and hoping that you come home safe.
Your father who couldn't be more proud as he stays up with his wife praying and hoping the same,
The love of your life writing a letter to you each day you're gone.
192.
You think of all the people who're innocent, the ones who disserve better than this,
You hope by doing what you're doing right now.
Those people wont have to go through this ever again.
You are not protecting or saving land.
You're saving and helping the people who live on that land.
Those soothing thought warm your heart and help you get to sleep,
You wake by the rustling and gunshots, crying and screaming,
You hold your cross and pray,

"God keep our land, glorious and free, keep our men and women safe, and help me keep the promise I made to my family."
Its day 193, and hopefully I'll go home soon.

Bring our soldiers home!

By: Kelsey Mondoux