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My Perception of War As An Ex Soldier

The problem with war is not just confined to the front lines where the battle rages on. A
single shot can be traced all the way back home. For instance a young man stood on the
front line takes a single shot to his stomach, the patrol he is on is down one man, it takes two
pilots and 2 medics to collect the injured solier and take him to a feild hospital, where a team
fight to save his life. One of the medics, who work on him knows the injured soldier very
well. He feels distraught working to save the life of his friend. The young soldier's life can not
be saved and passes away. When the medic telephones home to his loving family he tells
them of the sad news that his friend has died doing the job he loved.

The family of the deceased war hero get an unsuspected knock on the door which, breaks
their hearts. One shot of a gun, one round, one family is destroyed, another family feels the
loss knowing thier loved one fought but couldnt save the life of his friend, and a full company
of heroes feeling overwhelmed with sadness for thier fallen comrade, and a growing fuel of
hate for an unforgiving enemy.

This is an example of one hero falling, and what effect it has had on so many peoples lives.
Imagine the domino effect when over one hundred soldiers have died in one conflict, and
remember there is two war zones at present, Afghanistan, Iraq and dont forget the peace
keeping missions.

How many have to die or get left severely injured or disabled before someone stands up and
says no more?

War is not particular about religion, in most religions murder and hate is forbidden, but when
a religious man fires his rifle at an enemy, does he say to himself forgive me God for i have
sinned? War does not care for religion. For all of those who have been in a war, who have
stood in the heart of a foreign land tight fisted without fear, i commend you for we all fought
an ageless war against an unforgiving enemy.

Do we all know what we are fighting for, not the lies the politicians bring, i mean the cold
hard truth about why our government want that far away land. Would you still go and fight?
All i can say is a few hundred men and women have paid the ultimate sacrifice for what i can
make is oil, is it really worth it? and how long have this got to go on?

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I Cant Believe What I Read.

I just recently read on another site, that a young girl wrote that all soldiers are scum and 
bullies. Full of anger I write this because the small minded fools like that, give our service 
people a bad name. I would like that person to wait until november the 11th, and stand in 
front of the war veterans, and tell them what they fought for was pointless. I would want her 
to tell the families of the fallen that thier loved one died for no apparent reason. This young 
girl also said that anyone that serves in the forces cant make it in the real world, this is why 
they join up. I just wish all the small minded fools like this would just speak to soldiers or 
veterans to gain the knowledge to make a real assumption. Yes freedom of speech gives us 
a voice but when that voice runs down our soldiers when they fight abroad for our freedom, 
this is one of them times when voices shouldnt be heard, our thoughts should be with the 
families and friends of the fallen. To anyone who cares, our heroes fight for our country and 
our democracy in the most unforgiving circumstances believable to man. Why should anyone 
come home from war to be told that thier friends died for nothing, and to be classed as a 
bully for doing thier job, well not just a job, doing the most honourable thing anyone can do. 
to all soldiers and ex soldiers im proud of my service I done for my country, and I salute 
each and everyone of you, you work hard for no thanks and no reward.

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Tormented

A crude soul remained, of a life of a hero silent but brave. Tormented with dreams of days
gone past, tormented of lives of whose destiny didn’t surpass. It wasn’t a gun or a knife that
altered his way; it was the reckless humanitarian way. To watch kids as hard as veterans to
watch a country broke but resilient and brave. This changed the mindset of a selfish man this
changed the outlook, of a spiteful man, a man trying to survive the darkest desires of a sick
spiteful way. Not murder but genocide, not ethnic cleansing but a deviant sick mindset of a
twisted soul, breaded out to an unsuspecting nation. A nation without a goal but bloody
violence, in its toll.

How I long to see him there, standing toe to toe with those who are left reeling with they’re
despair.

The torture remained taking innocence along in its way, taking lives filling graves all for the
name which, the deviance betrayed. To be human the soul remains, when tortured and
beaten beyond repair, how can a soul remain. How can they stand tall when all that is left is
an empty black hole, with memories which once were good, all turning sour as they knew
they would, ruining life in such a sick violent way. I see those tortured souls, not giving up
not letting go. They are in his dreams they are in his past hopefully this felling of hurt will
succumb and not last.

Civil unrest remains in the heart, not in soul.
How I wish to see them there, unarmed and afraid, the same way they left the innocent who
remained, left in the darkest coldest of days in a country so broke but so brave.

Sleep well tonight for you hold the flag of your country, in your eyes, power of all nations in
your arms, for you we salute our proudest day, it was not what we done but what you gave,
this honour and resilience is what made you all so brave.

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Me

you cannot see me for who I am
You only see what I have become
you do not see a proud soldier or a family man
you see a broken man
limping, strugling beaten by life.

You cannot see me 
you can see my disability
I am more than a limp
I am more than a crutch. 

Look at me without my limp
look at me and see me
I am still human and dont need sympathy
I just want to be seen.

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A Soldiers Song

I sit here all alone
Gives me time to ponder on what ive done
Ive known pain ive known loss
Ive even known someone take a shot at my boss
When I get up in the morning I think of the night before
Makes me feel old because the nightmares never go
I never knew someone like me should feel life so incomplete
When I was young I used to think of a career in my head
One with guns and tanks 
Me being the one with medals pinned to my chest
How far different life is I must confess.

I used to dream of telling the grand kids stories of war
Of the famous battles we won
Now I know what its like
I can’t even look someone in the eye 
Without the fear in going to cry
I still live in fear
If that day comes 
When one of mine
Say I want to go of and play with the guns.

How can I say no
When my own father said that to me before
He said why do you want to go to war
Fight in a country far away from this
Fight for people that don’t know you exist.

If I had only listened to a wise old man
And not gone away to that far away land
I would go to sleep every night
Without the dreams
Of why did these people die?
Now I am older and have a bit more sense and alarm
I no the answer to question above
I’m not telling anyone why I done what I have
It’s a secret going to my grave 
Of young men strong and brave

Now the years have past
Kids grown up stopped nagging at last
Of to college to further their mind
Wonder if they ever think what goes on behind these tired old eyes
Thank goodness they can’t see what’s buried in my mind.

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Promised Land.

The battle raged on
taking its toll on the brave
the numbers grew
who was there knew how much they gave.

A tormented soldier
looked over the broken land
as his shadow was defined by the sand.

He thought to himself
did we make a bid to save a man
or was we bidding for a far away land.

The tormented soldier
could do but only stand
as his comrades blood filled the sand
for he had seen the price of the promised land.

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Here Today Because of You

Here today because of you.

I try harder each and every day
I try to be a better man
I intend to be good
I intend to say I love you
each and every time you smile.

You have gave me the strenth I needed
You helped me when I was broke
You filled my soul full of hope.

I am today a better man than I ever imagined I could be
You rescued me from myself
I love you and thankyou, You are my the keeper to my soul.

Best Poems Written by Gareth Stockwood

Behind My Eyes

Voices In the Wind

How Was It Missed.

My Perception of War As An Ex Soldier

I Cant Believe What I Read.

Tormented

Me

A Soldiers Song

Promised Land.

Here Today Because of You