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Soldier Girl In Full Gear

She was standing on the flight deck, soldier girl in full gear, she reflects, as she was trained to pick up the rear, thinking of her past life, she was a mother, and a wife, that made a promise, she’d be back, but now she is out at sea in a middle of an attack, she felt their tears, she sensed their fears, and the fears of other soldiers running past her at full speed, brothers and sisters at arm on the high sea, some shot, some bleed, as the ocean feeds, and they try to flee, a superior fleet in retreat, as the incoming bombs made the ship debris, she turned to her captain, the man she had trusted most, saw the bombs instantly turn him into a ghost, she shook her head in exasperation, war puts them in that situation, her family wondering how she’s doing, and she’ wonders that too, as the destruction to the ship left no clue, every fiber of her being struggled for stability, but her flesh ripped apart with such incredibility, as she barely restrained her fury, ghost fighting a spirit, a spirit fighting a ghost, then her ship finally went down, and she hung her head, they were never found, the soldier girl in full gear, dead.

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Date: 3/20/2009 9:50:00 AM
Frank, thank your for commenting on my poem. Your lines but her flesh ripped apart with such incredibility, as she barely restrained her fury, ghost fighting a spirit, a spirit fighting a ghost make me feel like I am that ship. God bless
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Date: 3/19/2009 6:02:00 PM
Such a sad write filled with so much intensity..Very vivid images here..Illustrates how destructive war is and how it impacts the lives of many...Beautifully written, sadly expressed..GB, Tyesha
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Date: 3/19/2009 11:34:00 AM
A gripping wirte Frank, war is ugly and the power of your peom showcases that. Very sad imagery...Raul
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Date: 3/19/2009 8:38:00 AM
Frank, "war puts them in that situation" is a compelling line. Wish young people did not have to experience the ills of war. "Ghost fighting a spirit, a spirit fighting a ghost" is an awesome reflection on how young soldiers must feel. Love this poem, Frank!
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Date: 3/19/2009 5:38:00 AM
By the way very sobering poem, I know Im out voted but I dont think mom's should go
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Date: 3/19/2009 5:38:00 AM
hi there i like this poem,it makes me think of how many people go to war and never return,i wish the soldier girl didn't have to die,but that's i n fairy tales i think;-).i love this poem,cheers-charma
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Date: 3/19/2009 5:30:00 AM
Well darling I have been so mistaken about you. You are full of P*** and all this time I was sure you were full of poo. Just like a woman my butt!
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Date: 3/19/2009 4:54:00 AM
LOL..Frank, you are nuts buddy..thanks for writing the longest comments I have ever seen you written..blown away..had to do a double take..LOL.
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Date: 3/19/2009 4:45:00 AM
I wasn't going for haunting but if that is what you got then that is cool with me.
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Date: 3/18/2009 8:49:00 AM
Militantly beautiful, I love the romantic theme that carries this message. Another good poem that shows how much powerful the muscle of your eyes grow, O sage. Love
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Date: 3/17/2009 2:03:00 PM
very moving Frank, Jim
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Date: 3/17/2009 7:53:00 AM
This is amazingly written and so visual. It is a sad truth that too many are lost. Beautiful write. Very dramatic indeed, it plays out like a movie in the mind. Great writing though it makes me rather sad. Smiles from Lolita
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Date: 3/17/2009 6:58:00 AM
Frankie my friend..one of a kind author you are...such clear images.
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Date: 3/17/2009 5:54:00 AM
i love your expressions and imagery... the descriptions were amazing!! and thank you for your lovely thought... always appreciate it, dear friend!! ~ Arany
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