My Heart At War

To all of the American and Canadian Soldiers that died in the Middle Eastern War.
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I take a peek through your door,
Your sound a sleep and you snore,
I tell you I love you as I look away,
I'll write to you - each passing day,

I place upon your head a kiss,
For this will be my final wish,
I watch you smile and giggle too,
I tell you I love you, I Really do,

I'm off to the war in Iraq,
It Will not be long, before I'm back,
I load up the truck, with all my gear,
I pray this war is very mere,

I arrive at camp and unload my pack,
I fumble to my quarters with happiness I lack,
Tomorrow is war I do not pray,
I Sit on my cot in dismay...

I awake some hours later,
to the voice of my Sergent Major.
He shouts in rage that we aren't awake,
I hear the Colonel order "Give us a break",

I arrive at the enemy lines fully aware,
Guns, Grenades All the hardware,
I march into the war-zone with the rest of my crew,
We're followed by Humvee's and Choppers too,

I hear guns booming afar,
figments of my imagination is all that they are,
This town is barren, without a soul,
But I see a stun grenade begin to roll,

"Grenade!" I shout but it is to late,
We've already lost Murdock, my best mate,
A chopper sights a terrorist troop,
The militia army, begins to regroup,

They are led by all of the town,
Which we cannot shoot, we'll have to go around,
We'll take them from behind where they'll not expect,
We'll kill every last one without regret,

On and On the battle rages,
My letter to my family is now 3 pages,
Our numbers decrease as we're shot down,
I see another body, fall to the ground,

Suddenly a bullet, comes from a distance,
It strikes a civilians car, and all of its pistants,
"BOOM" I hear as the car ignites,
We've been here 12 hours and were losing the fights,

Now its just me and the Lt. Colonel,
there are no marines - they all fell,
We're trapped in this town without any help,
I realize "I'm going to die here" as my heart begins to melt,

The terrorists have won when I am shot and killed,
I see a bazooka, ready to be filled,
It is loaded and aimed at me,
"God please, take care of my family"

The terrorist fires, and I am struck down,
It's true, you do see white lights and hear not a sound,
I pray and pray,
Let my family live on,
Let them be strong, know that I am not gone,
Let them know that I am here,
Here in there hearts, and I hold them dear,

To my wife I pray:
When you tuck the kids in,
kiss them goodnight,
Tell them I love them,
And I Put up a fight...