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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The soldier, he looked down at me While I protested vociferously. He seemed to be but twenty-five An age that weathered eyes belied. And as I turned to walk away, I heard the soldier up and say: “It seems that you don’t understand, What it takes to protect this land. The price we pay for what we do, What we suffer for folks like you. The cost of keeping people free Is letting go of the fantasies. The stories all you people tell, Burn away in war’s fiery hell. The illusions that most people hold, They Sink away to depths untold. To keep you safe we confront truth, And force along the end of youth. You chant and say ‘Let’s end all war,’ It’s understandable deplored. But you never seem able to derive, That the end of war is the end of life. As long as folks can think on their own, Conflict will exist, and war will be close. To end it all, the cost would be All trace of individuality. A price too great for man to know, Better the chance of trading blows, Than giving up what is our essence. It’s a bloody but important lesson. And since the battle can never end, You’ll always have need of warrior men, To fight against chaotic tides, To hold a line against the night. And as for seeing an end to war, Only dead folks will see no more. We don’t as much for what we do, In money I make less than you! We ask no power, small or large, We don’t demand to be in charge. We don’t need swoons or genuflects, We ask only that you show respect. And though it makes bleeding hearts burn, It’s a respect we’ve dearly earned. By watching buddies die and scream, By hearing them in haunted dreams, By seeing our peace-time lives crimped By missing limbs and nagging limps. We just want you to understand What such a life does to a man. To keep peace for this country, wide A piece of all of us must die. And even if we survive steel rain, What comes home will never be the same. We do it ‘cause it must be done, To those for fear no law but guns. We stand up strong and take the blast, So common folks, the rage will pass. And had we not chosen this life You’d all feel the weight of death-run-rife.” And then the soldier walked on by, I could not believe he’d bought the lies! The fool, he probably stayed up late, Thinking up new folks to hate! If he’d only go to college, he’d see The real heroes are protesting…
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