Last year, i went to north Carolina.
we left December 28 2003...
*This poem is based on the song "The Twelve...
On the first day of Halloween an old love gave to...
Peace
is what we want...
To the forgotten Tommy,
the boy that was known by all...
The last artillery shell is blasted,
The officer readies his whistle...
As I look over the trench wall,
I begin to wonder...
All quiet on the Western Front;
nothing seems to stir...
The Aftermath,
when silence sets in...
Unknown
The Unknown Soldier that fights in the war...
The men and women whom risk the life’s...
They risk it all just so the land can be safe...
Bottle rockets and sparklers,
Fire works and smoke bombs...
A day to remember those that have past
From the lonely first, to the very last...