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I Love and Would Die For My Country

I love and would choose to die in a micro second for my country, but never ever in a war for which I just can't come to believe. The whole thing would feel so capital punishment sinful to me. Never my soul would I ever sell. I'd settle into my federal prison jail cell and serve my time, until once again in America I'd be free. Even if it meant being someone's girlfriend and getting tormented frequently. I know very well that a life in prison is not one of luxury and neither is fighting in a war whether you do or don't believe. The after effects of either choice, will have their toll of terminal/mental casualties. I begrudge no one who leaves my country to avoid a war they don't believe, but I Love My Country So Much I could never bring myself to leave and that's what separates them from me. They who believe in their heart that My Country Needs Me and then desert, be it on the battlefield or into some other country, I neither begrudge them as well, because you see, They Are The True Cowards and I don't need them in My Country.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/19/2010 10:28:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured this week Billy. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/17/2010 12:54:00 PM
Congrats my Wild Bill on your featured poem this week on the Soup.. a great piece to share with us all this happy Sunday with luv.. your "Sweetheart"
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Date: 3/15/2010 3:19:00 PM
Taken to heart- from a veteran. Beautiful.
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Date: 3/14/2010 8:51:00 AM
Powerful piece William, superbly written >> James
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Date: 3/13/2010 9:14:00 AM
Your poem recalls some of the feelingss I had about Vietnam, Bill. There were many "mental casualties" associated with this war and I was happy to see it end. I feel we accomplished little there, only stirred anti-American sentiments among other nations. Hope we don't walk down that path again. Very poignant poem, Bill! Love, Carolyn
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