He fights for ME

He fights for me,
He fights for you,
The dead of night,
To his country he's true.

Even over his family,
He choses the nation.
Twas his choice to fight,
For this occupation.

The love he has,
Must be larger than us.
The valiance he mends,
Is more than enough.

Saving lives,
And watching others go.
Seeing them die,
The feeling I'll never know.

The battle for Democracy,
This war for peace.
He is strong,
And so is his niece.

He fights for me,
Is what I've learned.
This title of appreciation,
Is what I've earned.

-Liz-
(My uncle is in Iraq, and I haven't written a poem about him yet, and thank you David for inspiring me to write one. I love you Scott, God Bless!)