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Written at the beginning of the Iraqi war...showing the pain I felt for those lost and the anger I had for protestors. I later found out just how hard this hit with the Vietnam soldiers, as their war was also protested.

Soldier
Sitting here, a vacant face, one of disbelief,
the ravages of war, the skin now cold, of the man beneath.
A soldier cries, tears of pain, for a fallen friend.
One who now must be sent home, to a family full of pain.

He fought for peace and for hope,
a new world to provide.
He heard the bombs, saw the tears, a world blown up at night.
Bullets flew, and grenades, and Tommys filled the sky...
he fought so bravely, no one knew, that he cried at night.

Family so far away, so many now torn here...
and for his own, freedom rings, for others he shed a tear.

He is a Fallen Soldier, a hero through and through.
He fought for freedoms' ringing bell,
for them and me and you.

So before you condemn this war,
think of all you have.
How many soldiers died, their lives they freely gave,
so that the life you lead is safe from fear,
free to live day to day???

Rhea Noel MacDonald
copyright 04APR2003
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