A Soldier's Tone
Voices screamed in the street as gunshots rang out loud. You faintly
see the pitter patter of little feet as they run in fear through the
street - of vapor clouds. I my self, was panic stricken, as I
crawled through the street covered in red. Bodies are motionless as
they fall and hit the deck, while the soldiers stack the dead. I have
never known fear of anticipation of death. But un-cowardly held my
weapon to help defend the innocent and my platoon until my dying
breathe.
Suicide bombers make it difficult for veterans and new comers to
make a firm stand. While the spirit of brotherhood goes un-shaken,
I see God's Glory in the making as the soldiers give the innocent a
helping hand. What are we fighting for? It goes deeper than
freedom, liberty and justice for all. Defend America's glory,
everyone, lets join our solders and stand against the dividing wall.
Don't let the terrorist terrorize us. Take off the shackles of fear
and watch them fall.
This is a statement I share, not out of fear or political
oppression. We should learn this valuable lesson to take a stand to
show we care instead of sitting back saying " it's not my political
agenda and only respond at our discretion." If we don't care who
will.
By David Burton
Copyright © David Burton | Year Posted 2006
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