Insulting Shocking Horror
Not many, will ever get, the pleasure,
not many, will ever get, the chance, to be.
Instead one is standing, in the place, of many,
whom for all, fight for, those, to be free.
Staying in unfamiliar, unwelcome countries,
where one is a target; while there, at the scene.
One can not divert, thoughts away, from mission,
or else, find oneself; in the final, rest of lean.
Unfortunate not all, will even, come back,
is real life, unlike movie, can't be, in rehearse.
As one flies, to there final destination,
they're in an american flag box, going in a hearse.
Giving is the one, whom fights, is their life,
in regards, is a respectable and beautiful honor.
When some mock and ridicule the blood shed,
suffered by all, it's an insulting, shocking horror.
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