Armed Forces At War
The stars are brite
The stripes are shinny
The ground is rough
Thier riffles are noisy
The buildings are fallen down
The tankers are in control
The ships are on target
The planes are flying low
Looking forward of returning home
with loving hearts.
5/17/05
Copyright © Mike Miller | Year Posted 2005
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