An American Soldier

I am an American Soldier In the Special Forces, of woes My Duty in Iraq, gives me such fear Yet, I stand in the midst of my Foes I live and I sleep, on the Battlefield I dream of my family, back home I wake up with bullets around me Open Wounds and many Broken Bones. They say, that I’m fighting for Freedom I should stand tall and not cry, with fear But the pain that I see, all around me Makes me question the Freedom, we give For the ones whose Freedom, we’re fighting for Is not wanted, when we’re Spilling the Blood So, why do we fight for a freedom? When it is not welcomed, with the enemies Love. Yes, I’ll stand and fight for their Freedom I will still give my Life for their Right To live in a Land where Freedom should ring Without Harm, Evil or Plight I may not have all of the answers For others to see and accept I only know that I want to go home Be at peace with my Duty, Then Rest. By: Patty Ritter