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I think You have truly captured the core of the path to the Dark side in this Poem. Thank you and MTFBWY

here is a poem i have wrote in response to the fear of my friends about going to war, a draft, and being safe in their own country..

I will go and fight
becaus my country needs me so
i will go and fight
because my friends could never know
how valor and a different life
await me at my door
courage, strength, integrity
and honor to my Corps.
I look and see them dancing
never to worry about the fight.
Home and food and happiness
they play in Heaven's light.
Never could they fathom
the darkness of the Hell
which sits upon my windowsill
with haunting screams to tell
that i will go and fight
to save the ives of ones i hold
and standing in that Hero's hall
never felt the war so cold.
I stand and die for they
who can not stand at all
my duty and my final bow
my last walk down God's hall....

Twenty-one steps,
'cross a lane of stone,
guarding a final resting place,
that too many call home.

Twenty-one steps,
then turn and pause,
twenty-one seconds,
to remember their cause.

Twenty-one steps,
not a lot to ask,
just twenty-one steps,
for those called to task.

Twenty-one steps,
in final tribute,
for twenty-one seconds,
a silent salute.

Written to honor those who guard those who remain unknown in our bloody history. Twenty-one steps is the numer of paces walked by the Honor Guard for the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers, for 21, is the highest honor paid to those in the military, and is reserved for those who have given their tomorrow's for our today's.

This one was writen by my best and first true friend, Stef Ruesch, for me when I wanted to becoem a Marien, before I desided to join the Army.


A Marine

You don't even know me, but maybe you should
I'd let you join me if you could
To be part of the few
A member in the new
To do a job that isn't fun
Hang on now, don't you run
My daddy did it and his daddy too
It was something they had to choose
And while it may sound crazy to you
But since I was eight
I even had a crate
Filled with helmets and fake grenades
Boots and plasti A-K's
I stormed acrossed the yard
Gun in one hand holding the card
\"I'm going to be a Marine\"
I'd never seen my daddy cry
But he bawled his eyes out dispite his tries
When he came back to Parris
To see me graduate
I looked so dapper in my uniform
The best thing I have ever worn
My daddy thinks it is perfect and my son thinks it is great
A great Marine I know he'll make
My job makes my wife uneasy
Nowadays when the phone rings she gets a bit queasy
But if I must go, then I will
This is what I'll do until
They plant me in the ground
I'm braver than most in the crowd
Trying to do my country proud
I do the very best I can
You've never seen me ran
From a fight
Though is may take all my might
It's easy to live and go on your way
But can you at the end of the day
Live with yourself?
I'll never gain any welath
And I may not see my family again
But my luck's been good so maybe I'll gain
Time that can be well spent
Making memories that can be kept
Forever
But now me numbers come up
And so I clime in my truck
Looking into my faimly's eyes
Trying so hard not to cry
I amy not come home another time
and during the nights I pane
To go home and stay
I hate this place and I hate this land
Coverd everywhere with grains of sand
Your letters make things better yet
I can not help but fret
That I may not be around to read your next
Couse the fightings's fierce
And the shells they pierce
They come and shake you to the core
The earth shakes and the bullets roar
My buddies are falling down in the street
The time is not yet to retreat
As we fight on I want to scream
This can only be a bad dream
As the bullets go on flying by
Now I'm on the ground, here I lie
Men are running from the fight
I can't get up even with all my might
I look up and my buddy by
I can feel the blood rushing from my leg
As everything around me grows dark and dim
The look on his face tells me the prospects grim
The bullets I can no longer hear
The thought of what is coming makes my eyes well up with tears
Pictures of my family dance in my head
As I think of all the things that remain unsaid
Of my kids and the father that won't be there
Of my wife and the burdens she will have to bear
And baby it's just so scary in this far off distent land
How I wish you could be here to hold my hand
So I could tell you tha I don't want to go
And about how much it hurts me so
So babe for now good-bye
I know I will see you soon
be it here or somewhere high above the moon
And now my buddy's screaming but his voice is far away
The knolage hits me that I'm not here to stay
But now i go home for my eternal rest
To sleep in my home town is for me the best
And I look so dapper in my uniform
As they lay me in the ground
I hope they rember how I tried to be true
As I lay beneath the flag of white, red, and blue
FIN

This one was writen by my best and first true friend, Stef Ruesch, for me when I wanted to becoem a Marien, before I desided to join the Army.


A Marine

You don't even know me, but maybe you should
I'd let you join me if you could
To be part of the few
A member in the new
To do a job that isn't fun
Hang on now, don't you run
My daddy did it and his daddy too
It was something they had to choose
And while it may sound crazy to you
But since I was eight
I even had a crate
Filled with helmets and fake grenades
Boots and plasti A-K's
I stormed acrossed the yard
Gun in one hand holding the card
\"I'm going to be a Marine\"
I'd never seen my daddy cry
But he bawled his eyes out dispite his tries
When he came back to Parris
To see me graduate
I looked so dapper in my uniform
The best thing I have ever worn
My daddy thinks it is perfect and my son thinks it is great
A great Marine I know he'll make
My job makes my wife uneasy
Nowadays when the phone rings she gets a bit queasy
But if I must go, then I will
This is what I'll do until
They plant me in the ground
I'm braver than most in the crowd
Trying to do my country proud
I do the very best I can
You've never seen me ran
From a fight
Though is may take all my might
It's easy to live and go on your way
But can you at the end of the day
Live with yourself?
I'll never gain any welath
And I may not see my family again
But my luck's been good so maybe I'll gain
Time that can be well spent
Making memories that can be kept
Forever
But now me numbers come up
And so I clime in my truck
Looking into my faimly's eyes
Trying so hard not to cry
I amy not come home another time
and during the nights I pane
To go home and stay
I hate this place and I hate this land
Coverd everywhere with grains of sand
Your letters make things better yet
I can not help but fret
That I may not be around to read your next
Couse the fightings's fierce
And the shells they pierce
They come and shake you to the core
The earth shakes and the bullets roar
My buddies are falling down in the street
The time is not yet to retreat
As we fight on I want to scream
This can only be a bad dream
As the bullets go on flying by
Now I'm on the ground, here I lie
Men are running from the fight
I can't get up even with all my might
I look up and my buddy by
I can feel the blood rushing from my leg
As everything around me grows dark and dim
The look on his face tells me the prospects grim
The bullets I can no longer hear
The thought of what is coming makes my eyes well up with tears
Pictures of my family dance in my head
As I think of all the things that remain unsaid
Of my kids and the father that won't be there
Of my wife and the burdens she will have to bear
And baby it's just so scary in this far off distent land
How I wish you could be here to hold my hand
So I could tell you tha I don't want to go
And about how much it hurts me so
So babe for now good-bye
I know I will see you soon
be it here or somewhere high above the moon
And now my buddy's screaming but his voice is far away
The knolage hits me that I'm not here to stay
But now i go home for my eternal rest
To sleep in my home town is for me the best
And I look so dapper in my uniform
As they lay me in the ground
I hope they rember how I tried to be true
As I lay beneath the flag of white, red, and blue
FIN

First I want to say thanks for those of you writing some of these poems, they really touch the heart of a warrior. So I thought I'd add one that I found while in Iraq. I did not write it and do not wish to take any credit whatsoever. Just thought maybe you'd all enjoy it as well.


This is a poem being sent from a Marine to his Dad. For those who take
the time to read it, you'll see a letter from him to his Dad at the
bottom. It makes you truly thankful for not only the Marines, but ALL of our troops.

THE MARINE

We all came together,
Both young and old
To fight for our freedom,
To stand and be bold.

In the midst of all evil,
We stand our ground,
And we protect our country
From all terror around.

Peace and not war,
Is what some people say.
But I'll give my life,
So you can live the American way.

I give you the right
To talk of your peace.
To stand in your groups,
And protest in our streets.

But still I fight on,
I don't bitch, I don't whine.
I'm just one of the people
Who is doing your time.
I'm harder than nails,
Stronger than any machine.
I'm the immortal troop,
I'm a U.S. MARINE!

So stand in my shoes,
And leave from your home.
Fight for the people who hate you,
With the protests they've shown.

Fight for the stranger,
Fight for the young.
So they all may have,
The greatest freedom you've won.

Fight for the sick,
Fight for the poor
Fight for the cripple,
Who lives next door.

But when your time comes,
Do what I've done.
For if you stand up for freedom,
You'll stand when the fight's done.
By: Corporal Aaron M. Gilbert, US Marine Corps
USS SAIPAN, PERSIAN GULF
March 23, 2003
Hey Dad,
Do me a favor and label this \"The Marine\" and send it to
everybody on your email list. Even leave this letter in it. I
want this rolling all over the US; I want every home reading
it. Every eye seeing it. And every heart to feel it. So can you
please send this for me? I would but my email time isn't that
long and I don't have much time anyway. You know what Dad?
I wondered what it would be like to truly understand what JFK
said in His inaugural speech.

\"When the time comes to lay down my life for my country,
I do not cower from this responsibility. I welcome it.\"

Well, now I know. And I do. Dad, I welcome the opportunity
to do what I do. Even though I have left behind a beautiful
wife, and I will miss the birth of our first born child, I would
do it 70 times over to fight for the place that God has made
for my home. I love you all and I miss you very much. I wish
I could be there when Sandi has our baby, but tell her that I
love her, and Lord willing, I will be coming home soon. Give
Mom a great big hug from me and give one to yourself too.
Aaron

Hope you like it.
DK

This is something I wrote while in Iraq as well, Its short and to the point. I guess it goes to show that sometimes its necessary to harness the \"dark side\". It also shows the regardless of how far you've been enthralled in one side or the other, there is redemption. All of my writings can also be found on my deviant art profile of
Napalm-Crazy if anyone cares to check it out.

DK


Fog of War


They say its' the Fog of War,
I say make that fog your whore.
Take the flesh and make it burn,
Make your enemy's stomach turn.
Kill everything that you can see,
When you're done you'll be free.
Show no mercy and you will find,
The fear disappears from your mind.
Victories don’t just win a war,
It clears the fog, it is no more.

Crystal droplets,
fresh like the morning dew,
strange yet so familiar,
these tears so rare for you.
When Grandpa died,
you shed not a one,
but when friend left you though,
you came undone.
This wetness touched,
trailing down your face,
feels so completely natural,
and utterly out of place.

Put this on! This new green skin,
don't turn back, you can't go home again.
Dress it right, cover down,
you'll get your rest,
when you're in the ground!

Drive on maggot, push yourself!
Your world's now gone, welcome to my Hell.
Drive on soldier, make them proud!
don't think of it as your flag,
call it your personal shroud!

Too damned soft! You've got to be hard!
show me some mettle, show me some heart!
Put it all on the line, for those safe at home,
put it all on the line, you aren't alone!

Brothers to your right, and also to your left!
This is your family now, make it the best!
Drive on soldier! Take it to the top!
Keep moving forward, death is just a rest stop!

We'll keep it moving forward,
show'em we're the best!
At ease now soldier,
You've earned eternal rest.

Into the howling winds of life,
blowing dirt and grit into our eyes.
Alone we travel this lonely path,
looking for understanding at last.

Character tested at every turn,
self-realization for which we yearn.
Forgotten by time, those too cruel years,
lost to the ages, things held dear.

So cross run with the breeze,
and defy the blue seas!
Rest easy when all done,
for getting there, is half the fun!