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
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
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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
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