For all the free people that still protest.
You're welcome.
We protect you
and you are protected by the best.
Your voice is strong
and loud,
but who will fight for you?
No one standing in your crowd.
We are your fathers, brothers, and sons,
wearing the boots and carrying guns.
We are the ones that leave all we own,
to make sure your future is carved in stone.
We are the ones who fight
and die,
We might not be able
to save the world,
Well, at least we try.
We walked the paths
to where we are at
and we want no choice
other than that.
so when you rally your group
to complain,
take a look in the back
of your brain.
In order for that flag
you love to fly
wars must be fought
and young men must die.
We came here to fight
for the ones we hold dear.
If that's not respected,
we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling,
put down your signs,
and pray for those
behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over
and all is well,
be thankful that we chose
to go through hell.
by Corporal Joshua Miles
and all the boys from 3rd Batallion
2nd Marines, Kuwait
Note: A very good friend sent the above to me... her friend sent it to her. Below is what her friend wrote, along with the poem. She wanted it passed around, so people would know how her son & his friends feel.
We got a letter from Josh today, if you could call it that, written 3/9. They
are hearing about the anti-war protests and he was upset. That' s all the
letter talked about. He enclosed a poem he and his buddies wrote. He wants us
to get it out, let people see how they feel.
