Best Deployment Poems
We're out here in the Land of Sand.
We came to take a stand, and lend a helping hand.
But every hand I see is shooting back at me.
It's hard to feel too welcome when all the shot and shell come.
This isn't working out much like we planned.
I cannot wait to leave the Land of Sand.
We're out here in the Land of Mud.
It's nasty and its wet, and I've got the raging crud.
There's water to my knees and snipers in the trees.
I don't smell like a flower,
It's months I had a shower.
Our CO is a clone of Elmer Fudd.
I cannot wait to leave the Land of Mud.
Oh, home, sweet home.
I dream of hot dogs in the Astrodome.
It's where my heart is turning.
I'm yearning for home.
We're out here in the Land of Bugs.
They buzz around my head like a thousand thirsty thugs.
The skeeters and the fleas are worse than enemies.
It's hot here as a sauna and all the local fauna
Bounce around like they are high on drugs.
I cannot wait to leave the Land of Bugs.
Oh, home, sweet home.
I finally got my orders to go home
It's where my babe is bedding,
I'm heading for home.
So now I'm back at home at last.
The mud and sand and bugs are all back in the past.
But kids are screaming, neighbors scheming
Wife is pouting, bills are mounting.
Home life is really dull,
I'm bored right out of my skull.
I think I'll put my papers in again,
And go off to the Land of Ice -
Seems nice.
I think it will suffice.
That whole hour before you left,
I stood there and watched time fly,
that moment i dreaded was almost here,
that moment of goodbye.
I tried to make the time last,
but then the buses came,
my heart was ripped from my chest,
when you turned and walked away.
I tried to hold the tears back,
in fear you'd see I wasn't strong,
but how could i keep the tears from falling,
when half of my heart was gone.
each day is a struggle,
but yet, somehow I learn to cope,
I keep my head high and continue on,
but I never lose hope.
Pray everyday as I will,
for god to bring you home,
and keep your faith in his hands,
and remember your never alone.
My prayers will walk beside you,
I hope that brings you some peace,
I'll say a prayer for you everynight,
just before I go to sleep.
This journey will eventually end,
so keep your spirits high,
cause I know god is always there,
and my prayers won't leave your side.
She writes with pain,
tears in her words,
and a salty whimper in her sigh.
She walks without feeling,
hiding her fears,
sheltering her sadness.
She only cries alone,
for no one to hear,
so no one can see.
She is true and real,
strong and fair,
prepared to accept her failure;
prepared to accept her demise.
The L. T. was green,
And equally mean,
Full of swagger and bluster,
And all the authority he could muster.
Bold in command,
This brash little man,
Who strode all around
Like he owned the damn ground--
Barking orders and spittle,
Never regarding how little
Regard in which he was held.
It was the midnight shift,
And L. T. in a tiff,
Cause his coffee had run out.
The L. T. with a shout,
Demanded a fresh pot be made--
No matter if the deployment was delayed.
In stepped the Sergeant broad and tall,
Striding to the Lieutenant who suddenly seemed small.
“The troops have a duty to move this line.
Your coffee can wait--this ain’t the time.
“And never raise your voice to one of mine.”
The Sergeant stared a moment then turned on a dime,
And made himself a cup of joe taking his sweet ass time
after a yr of waiting,
its finally here,
time for you to come home,
its been a long year,
loosing teeth,
second grade,
school time,
mommy first aid,
field trips too,
i cant wait,
to share these with you
everyone is growing up
some moving away
we think of you everyday
we want you to be here with fun times to share
hold you tight, show you we care,
its coming soon,
enjoy the time we spend together,
before we know it,
you'll be gone again,
fighting for our country,
will we ever win?
deployments are hard on families, they say
with your home-comming soon,
getting easier everyday
anticipation is a word i know to well
been waiting for this day a long while,
when you come home, we see that smile
we can't wait to see you again,
finally this waiting will end
Deployment
We stand here in our small groups
Talking nervously
How I handle who I am
Is now all up to me
Our duffles are all neatly stacked
I hear the muffled din
While waiting for the sergeants call
“All right troops, let’s fall in”
My mind races with emotion
As I kiss my wife goodbye
I hug my daughter closely
And tell her not to cry
I put on my bravest face
Although I know inside
That as I turn to walk away
A part of me has died
I really want to look back
But dare not turn my head
I cannot dwell on what’s behind
I must focus on what’s ahead
We walk down the gangway
Moving toward the gates
Where soon we will all embark
On the aircraft that awaits
As we near other passengers
One person slowly stands
And I hear the sound of clapping
From a single pair of hands
And quickly, as if echoed
The sound begins to grow
Everyone applauding us
As slowly past we go
Hands reach out to touch us
Catcalls can be heard
We feel the power of their support
The adrenalin from their words
We are their sons and daughters
Their husbands and their wives
Who now must leave their comfort zone
And jeopardize their lives
I stand a little straighter
New emotions now inside
The fear and sadness I had felt
Is now replaced with pride
“Dear maya”, he wrote, in his bunker somewhere remote
His mind wandered to her joyous smile, seperated as they were, by many a mile,
He penned what came to him instinctively, in a scrawly handwriting,”I miss you lovely”
He wrote about everything but not for long,he wanted to tell her he missed her singing their song.
He wrote about how his home did he miss,his bike, his school and his mother’s kiss
His brother’s dare, his sister’s care,
his eyes glittered as he put it all down,his dimpled cheeks twisted into a deep sad frown,
He wrote about how, of her everything reminded him, his eyes hesitantly filled to the brim,
The distance for a while didn’t his heart tear, oh what he’d give up to at her stare,
Her hand on his heart, never would he want to part;
But close by there was a deafening sound,he knew had to leave, he was duty bound,
He ended his letter;promised to see her soon, in this world of internet, to him letters were still the only boon.
You are so far away in miles, yet so close to my heart
I cried out my soul the day we had to part....
I'll never forget the pain I felt that dreadful day
When Uncle Sam took you away......
You are my life, my heart, my soul
You are the one I can't let go
You are the soul mate I finally found
In life's horrible merry go round.....
I await your return, for your embrace I yearn
I miss your touch, your warmth, your smile
Oh my gosh it's been awhile
The anticipation drives me crazy
A lot of life has become so hazy
Hurry home, I miss you so
So all of my fears I can let go
The Easter bunny has come and gone
And Santa left with the dawn
Another birthday has gone by
And still I keep saying I will try
To hold all of this together
Because it is you that has to weather
The missed growing of our children
The land your in is unforgiving
War will take your heart your soul
All this killing needs to go
God sees all and will be there
The day will come when he'll be fair
He’ll make the pain and suffering go away
But until then there is today......
You do your time and Ill do mine
I know one day, all will be fine
We were put here to do our part
I just don’t think its fair that we have to be so far apart!
Form:
Surrounded by people, alone as i sit,I stare out far, at a man in a shiny car.
Boredom takes me to the far away sea,to the sailor surrounded by nothing but blue to see,
As the wind blows,the vessel sails, he sits and wonders how for a person, the heart could wail,
For fond Memories and remembrances haunt him as the sun sets
At dusk and at twilight, when the birds return to their nests.
Here where I am, I wonder if the sea knows, of the mariner and his promising woes.
that he who is surrounded by nothing but waves has no other wish but to escape.
Would the ocean send the mariner to his abode? Away from the sea, towards the shore?
Because an incomplete story would magically complete,With the much awaited return of the mariner's glorious fleet.
He's gone again.
The third deployment in as many years
I hold the babies tight and fight the tears
And curse the plane that takes him through the sky
The babies never know the reason why
He's gone again.
He's there again
A soldier in some hot and hostile land
To rescue people who don't understand
What freedom is, or what they can become
When it applies to all instead of some.
Because he has to give a helping hand
He's there again.
He knows that I am proud as I can be
Though I would rather have him here with me
He's out there being true and being brave
I'm out here with Amelia at the grave
Of her true soldier, putting flowers down.
In this sadder, now slightly smaller town.
He's home again
Much sooner than we thought that he would be
They say he'll walk again. We'll wait and see.
It's up to us to hide the fear inside.
To take his guilt away, replace with pride
That what he did was worth that crazy ride
And one way or the other he'd be free
And home again.
I stepped off the bus just before midnight. The thermometer read 38 degrees, but I had never felt colder. Loneliness has a way of draining the warmth from your heart. The 400-year-old stone buildings were gray and naked as they bleached through the fog covered courtyard. Like ancient tombs guarded by skeleton trees. A window slid open on the third floor of the building across the street from me. “Hey ‘cruit, welcome to hell,” they yelled. But I couldn’t laugh. I was too busy holding back the tears that were boiling up inside me.
I was but a child
at the crossroads of my life;
looking for a sign