Wounded Soldiers Returned From Iraq

-Thinking of Iraq Ware Veterans on Veterans Day- The day after the terrorists attacked our country, I joined the military and was deployed to Iraq. I fought in the desert far away from my sweet home defeating terrorists because it was the nation’s call that I must listen to and to comply with. I witnessed many brave men and women fall in the battlefield. All those fallen heroes’ wishes were, without exception, our nation’s peace and freedom. And that’s why, though the people may think or say: you cannot fly in the air without wings; spirit can soar in the air without wings however. That’s why, though a soldier’s both wings burned to ashes under scorching sun in the battlefield where Babylonian might once maneuvered their chargers freely, rising a cloud of dust; gliding high in air above the highest ridge of Whitney, standing tall in the Pacific Cordillera with no wings spread; you cannot swim against the current without fins; the soul is able to go up the river with no fins nevertheless, and that is why, in order to spawn the pride of our nation’s virtues for future generations to come and preserve, a soldier is swimming upward against shallow rapid current in a tributaries of Mississippi with fins blasted off by a roadside bomb along the bank of the River Tigris; you cannot run through the prairies with cracked hooves; you can swiftly maneuver yourself even in a cross-wind if you have a will, and that is why, a solder gallops on a high ground of the Appalachian Plateau with the hooves blown off by a bombshell from a flaming cars to quench her thirst which, comes from bitter feeling left in the battlefield because of a mission unaccomplished, from water wells up in Lake Tear of the Clouds that pours into River Hudson; you cannot walk holding loved one’s hand without a body; keen desire of the dead who perished in a battlefield, and now lying under the ground pillowing a tomb stone, can come back and live in the loved one’s heart, and that's why a man with dust covered military fatigues is walking behind his sweetheart stepping fallen leaves on a path in the forest by his home town, he whispers affectionately when she turns back and looks at him sadly with tearful eyes, “I love you.” I am sitting in a wheel chair, watching proudly fluttering Star and Stripes through a hospital ward window. I salute the flag with great respect. I recite the nation’s anthem, the Star-Spangled Banner, with pride and joy.