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America is at war POEMS
The White House
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16th March 2007
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Mrs. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Voices Internet Radio
Ann Arbor, Michigan
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Dear Lillian:
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Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. for me to think Thank you very much. I am grateful for your efforts families of our brave soldiers and their honor. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I'm honored, the commander of the greatest force for freedom in the History of the world to be.
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Best wishes.
Yours sincerely,
George W. Bush
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Unyielding HONOR
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Weakness invites moral distress, war and aggression
Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
All that love what we can be destroyed and transformed
Through the powers of darkness Maneuvering our way.
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If something nasty looks us in the face
To fix corrupt our morals, faith and.
God gives us courage to defend whatâ € ™ s law
No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.
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Evil tries to the good to destroy the people
And silence the memory of Goda € ™ s law.
Itâ € ™ s stay to the faithful unyielding
The defense of freedom and justice for all.
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Our men and women in harma € ™ s way to serve
Are the armor of what the free world depends.
Without their sacrifice of body and soul
All that is what we are away.
GOD LOVES His soldiers
Sometimes itâ € ™ s hard to protect what is right
Sometimes Weâ € ™ re despised, as for the other we fight.
Some of us are ready, regardless of loss
To commit our soul, the cross to save.
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Evil thrives on human greed and hatred
Always ready to destroy and defecating.
You're welcome € ™ s grace down upon the souls of man
Purification of impure, where he can.
As long as the person to fight on earth
Life has its troubles from birth.
You're welcome € ™ s seed of goodness has delayed manâ € ™ s downfall
The sky was Thanks for his hero the strong and the wise.
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The Lord loves his heroes of yesterday
Like many, he could only say.
God loves his soldiers to serve the line up
By standing against evil His grace they deserve.
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Have You never fear, pride AMERICA
America, the abundant, the place where I was born
I will cherish until the day I die.
Where the bones of the past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved her the same as I.
Your mountains are so high, they reach for the sky
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There are billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.
The blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes in rivers and freshwater lakes
During the winds of our seasons.
There is the ghost of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of agricultural Farming and of the factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel
Some cities have buildings one hundred stories high
Buildings made of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a gift from France
Describes how the inside, we feel.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves the America € ™ s dreams come true.
A land of heroes to protect the line to
The past, present, and the few.
Weâ € ™ ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never let Satana € ™ s horde chase us to our door.
Securing our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Have you ever afraid to be proud of America
And in March with the brave, faithful and just.
The refusal to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.
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INTO THE Teeth of the Dog
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All were born through the history of man to fight
Surviving nature, Disease, greed and war.
Since his conception he has remained the same
The choice, whether good or bad, are used as before.
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Our boys and girls face the teeth of the dog
In "hot spots" around the Earth.
They leave their families and all who they love
To protect and preserve what liberty is worth.
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The enemy they face, the mad dogs of man
With the desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.
They sing and dance to the death of the other
Instruction in the principles of hate till the grave.
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Support our troops who battle the horde
Although we are living the good life at home.
If you see a soldier show them your smile
 € œhello say we love you and your not alone.â €
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THE MAD DOGS OF MAN
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Where dwell the mad dogs of man
There is corruption, plunder and hate.
In every city or town
Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.
All are like an innocent child is born
Up to mislead by others on the road.
God has always loved his children
Although it breaks my heart when they get lost.
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The mad dogs of man never regret
For they have no sense of shame or sorrow.
Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life
Abuse victims, as if there were no tomorrow.
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God is not the will to sin
And wanted to stop to overcome the evil.
The mad dogs of man must be stopped
Who murder, rape and destroy peace in the world.
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Samson, Solomon, and David
Were chosen by God to stand firm.
They were facing great opportunities and the fear of death
The refusal of their to ignore the call.
The time has come right for the good people of the world
Go to band together to restrain the horde.
Withstand against tyranny where it exists
Putting the mad dogs of the man with the sword.
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WHERE Wars are won or lost
Wars are waged by older men
In the Battle Room in the countries apart.
Those who call for more firepower
And troops for the fight against the table.
While under the destroyed meat
The dreams have all turned gray.
So young and determined their faces were
Till she lay on the battlefield.
Can overcome their pride
The politicians their vote.
For this or that or otherwise
As the rage of war sounds its note.
Wherever wars won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
Down by the story remains the same
Most of those who are little more than boys die.
Like the monkeys in the cage of a revolving
One of the quarrels Peanuts of power.
When will we overcome our greed
And how to become a beautiful flower?
Death to death, dust to dust
The Wrath of War is a terrible crime.
Itâ € ™ s the beast within that still prevails
As it was through the agonies of the times.
War is the greatest plague OF MAN
When the war they fought assumes
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.
Many things will change for ever
Far more than desired be.
When the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is the greatest plague of man
Religion, State and reason.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than those that disabled the human race.
When the war breaks out, change Border
And all who die, are a sign
Of the rage that must run it's course
Before speaking words of peace.
I hate war, but not men, flags nor race
But the war itself with its ugly face.
If we lose faith in the brave who die
Then we are not fit to those who cry to be welcomed.
What distinguishes war is not death
But man is slain by fellow man.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With his murderous enemy hands.
War tends to punish the punishers
Thus, not the loser alone . Suffer
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.
Sometimes it is difficult to defend what is right
Sometimes we are forced to stand up and fight.
Sometimes we will survive, while others must die
Sometimes never knowing why.
The rush of combat is a natural buzz
Due to the fear of leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game
Without a shortage of those to blame.
Sometimes victory comes too slow or fast
Sometimes the cost is sick on both sides.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To Help from the wild nature so mean.
War is a hell we visit before death
Powered by the whisper of the devil's breath.
It must a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can not understand.
11th September
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After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack
America mourns its core now.
Although soon flee their enemies, but takes all
result in full from the sound of America War.
There is no doubt, no doubt at all
That the devil has decided to call us.
We defeat hella € ™ s soldiers and threw them out
And if we die, that's what freedom is.
We will try them out where they hide
Street by street, house by house, Cave cave.
They will be wiped from the face of the earth
By the righteous, the loyal and brave.
Satana € ™ s HORDE must be removed
Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders
Our world is becoming more dangerous every day.
Dishonest Politicians, criminals and the media
Survive by playing their lies.
Bible believers preach, that the end is near
Our world as a whole on the reform.
God will root out all that is evil
His fire and storm of the eruption.
To Eveline € ™ s victory, I'll never admit
May his supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man will prevail.
What we do is measured heavenâ € ™ s
As patriots respond to the threat of man.
Protect and defend what we love to death
As the soldiers of Satan arise out of the sand.
Sons and Daughters of World War III
Our sons and daughters serve In Harms Way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents
Many a man or woman.
They have great opportunities without to complain
Gambling life and limb for little money.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.
The conspirators and planners of America's Doom
Pledge to murder and maim, what they can.
From early childhood, you learn
In order to kill, is a Husband to be.
They use their young as weapons of choice
Teaching is in heaven, virgins await.
Destroy life, along with their own
At to know their lies too late.
The fearful cry we must submit
And find a way to calm her.
Where defenders worry if we stand down
The future for America is bleak.
Now is not the time to fight each other
Or kiss on the cheek of our enemy.
All through the story remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.
May God bless America continues
The refusal of evil, the Upper hand.
It is up to us to remain resolute
The defense of the freedom of man.
SO I am very heart
So dear to my heart, my loved ones are at home
As I toss and I turn in my bed all alone.
Every day I see death, hate and corruption
Combat is God's Proof man malfunction
For family, comrades, and I pray I
To my love with this poem I want to convey.
I knew I loved you, if ever how much
Till by war, I am compelled, by your touch.
Where violence thrives, there is the stench of death
With the taste of fear with every breath.
Who shall reign, shall die
As the sadistic kill under God's heaven.
Baghdad has become man's highway to hell
Where do the heart of darkness, and are healthy.
I count each day until it is time to come home
And with my love and never alone.
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Your Marine
FREEDOM
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In their new uniforms
The young march off
Not knowing who is going to return.
With a proud devotion
They wave their flag
Leaving loved ones to wonder, and longing.
May we all be buried
With all of our children
Is an ancient tribal prayer.
They are so easy to lose
But so hard to forget
Such to bear burden for parents.
Oh, the taste of victory
Will soon be forgotten
But, never that which was lost.
For those rows white tombstones
In quiet, green fields
Make it easy to tally the costs.
America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowledge of the cruelty of war
And we, who remain
Must help to keep them free
For those who can not march!
Our Flag
Our flag is the fabric woven thread
Carried by heroes live and dead.
It stands for justice and Courage to
With its red, white and blue.
For all you who serve, will be there cheers
For all that die, there will be tears.
For all their love, life is swell
For those who harm them, war is hell.
How many mothers have wept
When they sent their children to war.
How many fathers have not returned
Because our freedom must be earned.
Wars were fought, where brave men died
As patriots fought side by side.
Our flag is still the pearl of the Earth
For of those to prove their value.
LOVE OF COUNTRY
I dedicate this poem from my tent
As the desert winds keep it's silhouette bent.
My love for Country is at full boil now
I want to describe it, but it's hard to know-how.
Tomorrow I'll hunt those who enjoy the death of our
Cursed by their hatred and meanness of the breath.
I do not care if there is another God they serve the
For their crime of retribution is what they deserve.
Their horde survives by a different set of rules,
Although they will soon learn the fate of murderous fools.
I proudly serve my country and President
Who I've sworn to defend one hundred percent.
While by visions of what I must do Haunted
I fight for justice, and the red, white and blue.
Veteran's Day
The cost of freedom is sometimes high
Extremely more when our loved one's own death.
Men and women pledged to fight and serve
And it's our support that they deserve.
Humanity itself is the one to blame
The fact that all through history, the history of it.
Peace, like love can be difficult to acquire
Subject always by enemy fire.
Some, like the righteous tend to prevail
Over the miss-guided, prone to fail.
No wonder we fear, that the tongues lie
As mankind squabbles beneath God heaven.
The danger our solders face is real
So they can let you know how we feel.
Stretched your flag and show them your heart
How we love us depart.
THE BATTLE for Baghdad
Determined but afraid I'm going my own beat
On the deadly streets of Baghdad.
In search of a plot to damage our
Or our death are joyous and glad.
caused Standing in the shadow of the moon
I am reminded of my nights at home.
I wonder whether the woman I love
Growing tired of sleeping alone?
I feel remorse for all who live here
Because this place is a madman's hell.
And those who want to remain so
Must be killed or locked away in prison.
My greatest fear is not my Death
But I will end up in a wheelchair.
Disabled for the rest of my life,
Dependent on others for my care.
My wife, she prays for my safe return
Like night and day more GI's are killed.
Now you know for what it takes
The oath I gave have to be met.
SADDAM
The king of Baghdad has fallen
Never again dictate.
He has set for these crimes
And heaven shun him for his sin.
For his tyranny, he was famous
In every capital of the World.
Until apprehended in his spider hole
Completely deprived of its value.
He is guilty of rape and genocide
While he ruled without Remorse.
His power and prestige were toppled
Once George Bush set his course.
While it may seem that the wicked triumph
And have conquered by their brutality of hand,
Through the power of faith they are defeated
By the seed of the good in people.
FORMIDABLE FOE
America is the birthday cake of earth
As the ants march from every direction.
Thank God for those who have sworn to defend them
Serving with love, honor, pride and affection.
marched since the first day of George Washington in the war
There were those who were, the destruction was desired.
Their hatred, fueled by envy and greed
Was defeated by our brave and wise.
Once again we have in front of a formidable enemy
Who are promised by their God, destroy us all
Abusing their faith as an excuse to kill
As for a worldwide Jihad, call their leaders.
Some say we should try to appease them
For if we resist, they will hate us even more.
But the Davids among us are our stones thrown
to defeat you, because it was previously done.
SHOULD TOMORROW START Without Me
Should tomorrow start without me
Remember, I love you.
View from the top down
Seeing all that you do.
If I cause an accident
I pray you return the love
Who always makes you happy
I will check my friend.
Should tomorrow start without me
Recall She loves our boys, God all those who care.
And if life seems too harsh and cruel
With "him" have it their prayers.
I have proved I am not a coward
Who breaks and runs to survive.
Always fearing death will kiss me
As the streets of Baghdad I drive.
Should tomorrow start without me
Be proud I choose to serve.
Our faith and our patriotism
Earn the freedom we deserve.
I miss home more than ever
It breaks my heart to stay away
I can not help but want to hold you
And whisper what I say.
American Soldier
to remember Our soldiers line up,
Like the best of the best in their job.
They want to be used and depending
To all we love from the mob.
They risk their life and limb for freedom
not withstanding against evil unwilling to break.
So be part of something bigger than themselves
They are willing to sacrifice whatever is held there.
Thank heaven for HEROES
Thank heaven for the heroes of life
Those who lead us to those who can not overcome.
The wise are grateful for all God's blessings
Where fools never realize what they have.
America is the grain-orbit of the earth
Whose people exercise rule by their vote.
All have a chance to participate to thrive and
When they arrive on foot, by plane or ship.
Our freedom is based on the law of the land
Our future depends on our grit.
Our past has known both good and bad
And our mistakes we are willing to admit.
The grim of heart hate America
And choose their Wonders to shame
The devotion and love, most live here
Rise up to defeat the soldiers of blame.
THE loneliness WAR
I know I'm still here so far, far away
When I for what I believe is struggling right.
I wonder about you and your mother
Every moment of every day and night.
The loneliness of war can be mad
If you do not get letters of concern from home.
Left, right, back and front,
Death is waiting to leave love alone.
We pray to God that we are saved
To return to the homeland or the live here, to.
Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see every day
As we long for the days of laughter.
The distant view of a fallen comrade
How do you stay by his side until the end.
No mother always wore her infant
More exactly, as we do with a friend.
Many have their own personal Diaries
To help develop their skills together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh
Always makes home seem far away and better.
I'm an expert at dodging, weaving and diving
So try not worry too much about me.
Just to help you and your mother are out of the ground
And while I will do what you can away.
Sacrifice, transformation and unconditional WARFARE
The Japanese had no War lost since 1598
Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition
(Twice as many as an American infantryman)
With five days rations and fearless determination.
The men dressed in brown uniforms bad
been taught since early childhood
The die for the emperor and the fatherland
Was the greatest of all glories to be sought.
It also supports the hardware was awesome
As sharpshooters they were accurate up to a thousand meters or more.
Their ships were faster, their guns bigger, Their torpedoes better
And their planes matchless in quality, aerobatics and guests.
Only by sacrifice, transformation and unconditional warfare
Could America be overcome and prevail.
America, too, must remain steadfast to survive
When we introduced a new monster from Hell.
VIETNAM
Soldier in the RAIN
I'm just a soldier standing in the rain
My memories of home are what keeps me healthy.
Back Home is a country where Milk and Honey
Ruled by lust and love of money.
But what can I say, if I serve it to true
For I volunteered to see this war through.
Now that I'm here, it's hard to believe
We are only the victims of those who cheat.
At dusk on the rice fields of Nam
Scared men with rifles walk in the shadow of the rest.
It is thousands of miles to the steps of my church
With its stained glass, steeples and lost Souls who are looking for.
In the distance I see an arc
Bombs dropped on children at night.
I've seen that evil they call the yellow stir
And how life withers when it's sprayed from an airplane.
All my friends were taken away
No more touch football will they ever to play.
Zippered pockets in their bodies for the long journey home
Are some of the bravest, I've ever known.
The war is hell, devised by man
There is death in the sea, the sky and the land.
Lord, I can not help, but I want to go home
Back with my love, I hope is alone?
DADS AT WAR
Where would I be without you, his father
My hero of night and day
I 'm so glad you love my mother
And take time out for us every day.
The last time we played baseball
She grabbed my hand.
I looked at you, then he made a wish
I might be only half of the people.
I love my father of this earth
And I love my Father of Heaven.
There is much to love for me, you know
For I'm only eleven.
Mom and I sure miss you
Since you left, to our flag to defend.
When others ask, where is your father
I can not help but boast and brag.
Barbed wire and bullets
We awoke at the crack of rifle fire
With mortar shells on the floor nearby.
The flying splinters was absorbed by sand bags
What saved many of us who did not want to die.
The hot spent shell casings fell to the ground
Since the VC charged our fortified Hill.
We killed so many the stench made us sick
While we were fighting to live, not for a thrill.
Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll
How red and green tracers lit up the sky.
It was not long before I was the last GI left
When napalm caused my Enemy to fry.
Fleeing from the sound of our choppers gunfire
The enemy retreated to the caves and trees.
Then I cried, "Thank you" the sky
When I checked my friends on my knees.
Somehow I managed to survive the day
Although I have many of the names I have read served
Carved in the shinny black stone of the wall
Are my comrades of the war, among the dead.
KOREA 1950
UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat
Behind sandbags protected by barbed wire hoops.
Many GI's died as they held before attacks
With 810 000 Communist troops.
Our guys used phosphorus, flame-throwers and napalm
For without these weapons they could not survive.
The Communist Charges of trumpeters LED
Until the UN could launch offensive to drive.
On the battlefield of death and misery
Many froze with their hands nor their Guns stuck.
While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags
City boys, farmers, students, fathers and sons.
With one and a half Million dead and wounded
Both sides singed a truce before generals involved.
27th July 1953
And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was resolved.
WORLD WAR II
WAR
When the war they fought assumes
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.
Many things are for always changing
Far more than you want to be.
When the anger starts to destroy the war
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is the greatest plague of man
Religion, State and reason.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which disables humanity.
When the war breaks out, boundaries change
And all who die, are a sign
The rage that must run course
Before words of peace are spoken.
Troop ship
Our ship had sailed before the dawn
Surrounded by the thickest fog
Yet ignorant from our goal
Or what was written in the Captain's Log.
It did not take long for me to see
Our trip was not for fun
A unique experience
With nothing to run for us.
Twenty knots per hour we cruised
As the white caps passed us
Ten thousand Young Americans
To Europe to die.
A sailor told us do not worry
One day we would get our mail.
Uncle Sam would ensure
No matter how far we go sailing.
Thirty feet deep, I tried to sleep
Among our ship's waterline
Just the right Room for claustrophobia
To enter my mind.
My favorite was my May West Vest
What I wore all the time
For all cases of the German U-boats
Or an underwater mine.
Thirty-three days we were on the sea
We crossed the equator twice.
Many years have passed since then
Those years of sacrifice.
Bravery
Many brave souls lived before now
Unlamented and unknown about her face.
Lost somewhere in the distant night
Till a poet chronicles their grace.
True bravery is shown by
Without witnesses, which could be one
Able before the world
Without seeing one or all.
How great the brave who rest in peace
All blessings from heaven to earth.
You gave to our country, but their best
This determines to be brave to birth.
PEARL HARBOR
Sunday, December the seventh
In 1941,
While the slept most of Hawaii still
Did the levels of the rising sun.
Waves of bombers and fighters flew
From the decks of the Japanese ships.
While our planes were still on the ground
"Banzai" was spoken from their lips.
The winds of war been blowing
Over the oceans of our planet
Although only Pearl had been bombed
Did we realize what freedom's worth.
Wars are fought and won on two fronts
At home and on the battle line.
Both are equally important
When war consumes our heart and mind.
The attack brought us the Second World War
With death, pain and separation.
All who had served were well aware
Of their sacrifice for the nation.
CONFLICT
The harder the conflict we sometimes face
Which is far more glorious the triumph.
Tyranny like hell is pretty hard to kill
If it increases his head in the course of history.
War never leaves a country, as was
When a word neutrality is violated.
As the murderous hands of man
Are to blame for all those who have left.
D – the day the wall
Over two hundred rangers scaled "The Wall"
A stone cliff over a hundred feet high.
Some of them made it all the way to the top
While others fell and died from their Drops.
Those who climbed over, had answered the call of God
For the man to stop evil once and for all.
They fought the Germans and destroyed their weapons
To save the lives of our fathers and sons.
So many years have passed since then
If our world was the future of brave men saved.
We must not forget the hell they went through
Before the sky turned blue again.
D-DAY
D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
The foreground shadowed end of Hitler's dream.
The largest joint combat landing ever
Although the blood flowed on both sides like a river.
When the boats hit the sand, their ramps went
And all within a visit to hell.
They jumped out to do good for their country
And to kill the enemy without fail.
They fought the Germans, tides, wind and waves
In terms not easy to predict.
The night battle was in our favor
With courage, bravery, death and men who scream.
The corpses littered Beach for five miles
Though heroism had carried off the victory.
With literally thousands of dead or wounded
Those who remained were determined to to stay.
They were facing great opportunities and decided not to protest
And won the war that put to shame the evil.
Most came home, married and raised their babies
But those who we remember was not in pain.
MIDWAY
It was fourth June 1942
When I was in the ocean swimming alone
The ship I had sailed, sank to the bottom
And I thought I would never see home again.
The Japanese fleet had steamed from the East
With the intentions of the compilation Midway.
While they were stopped by American warships
Whose guns, bombs and torpedoes planes saved day.
Throughout the night, I saw the fireworks of war
And on the second day we turned the heating.
How big bomber Hawaii dropped their loads
In Japanese ships which soon decided to retreat.
An imperial pilot came floating close
Who was chewing on the animals of the Sea.
I could not help but passion for this is the man
Those who had answered his call to me.
When it was over, I was plucked from the deep
Of men in a lifeboat just after dawn.
For two days I had watched the struggle to, Midway
Now it is quiet, and the enemy is gone.
SURVIVAL
I drove all night and was losing my hope
Before the moon is the light I saw the dry.
I floated over and through its reefs to the beach
Where I quickly smoothed out my footprints in the sand.
All I had was my dagger and a canteen
And it was the fourth 43rd May from
Just me alone on an island enemy
Was not a safe place to be for a sailor.
I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat
If what it took for me to survive.
I had already said thanks so many times
Because "God" was the reason why I was alive.
Off in the dark, I herd two men's voices
Laughing and talking in a language not mine.
Inch by inch I crept to their campsite
Where, what they ate, I would soon dine.
I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice and wine
Then ran my way back to the raft by the beach.
Soon I was in the sea swimming again
And far enough out where bullets could not reach.
The next day I was picked up by a seaplane
His crew spotted my sail from the air.
may be called inside and safe, I am a child
For the dead whom would forever be there.
It was hard to believe heaven let me live
A farm boy from Kansas, in high school last year.
My girlfriend is blond and she hates it I 'm away
Although I am a veteran of the battle, death and fear.
OKINAWA
Okinawa was our last stop of his
Before we invaded Japan.
The largest of the landing of the Pacific War
As our soldiers ran across the sand.
At first our marines were scarcely in contrast
But on the fifth day hell they found.
A solid wall of human resistance
Fired their weapons from caves in the earth.
Air power and artillery had little influence
On their cliff forts carved deep into the limestone.
It took man against man to root them out
When flying balls meat and bone pierced.
Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes
Tapping of transports and warships.
As the Imperial Air Force struck our fleet
Screams of fear and hate spewed from the lips.
One hundred ten thousand Japanese
were killed by the end of the battle.
Over twelve thousand Americans died
Previously only our flag flew above the field.
Battle of the Atlantic
After the fall of France in 1940
The Germans soon began their own blockade
For most of its efforts in the Atlantic
In the hope that Britain's trade flow of war truncated.
With fast surface raiders like the Bismarck
Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance.
The German navy sank small ship by vessel
Until the British Navy destroyed war of Romanticism.
Shipping losses from German U-boats increased
And the battle seemed lost in the Atlantic.
But soon America would enter the war
To defeat the enemies of freedom at any cost.
Multitudes would die and their families cry
Before Second World War would be fought until the end.
What a waste of humanity who had lost her mind
Though now, our enemy of our Friend.
FAREWELL
The truest words to express the love of my
I speak to you from my heart.
May we always remember how we feel
Although the conflict we are forced to part.
No one can say how long they will last
Because life is not eternal.
Yet most hope to be blessed by love
Our Casting who is not.
As the fear of battle bites my flesh
to help my thoughts of home to me reasonable.
There is no guarantee that I survive
But either way I'm going to serve without shame.
Should the cold hands of death reach for me
I pray that my soul will awake from sleep.
To the voice of God, and assured me
This is my Spirit, he is elected to hold.
So I try to remember while I'm gone
That the person I need most is you.
I will fight like hell to stay alive
To return to the homeland, the love that I knew.
POW
If you are a POW
You find your freedom and have lost more
The man with the gun tells you what to do
How you long after you had before freedoms.
Their will to survive helps keep you alive
Although sometimes wish you were dead.
Tortures far beyond a normal mind
And there is no security, even in your bed.
Bullets, barbed wire, searchlights and sharp teeth
Keep in a place you want to be.
The food is terrible, and sometimes moves
And you have no choice, what you see or hear.
The lucky are released and return home
Though in their dreams their fate is uncertain.
War can be hell, but confinement is worse
Because then you're never as you were.
GENERAL QUARTERS
General quarters, general quarters
All hands man your battle station!
Sunday morning, December 7
When the war confronted our nation.
We soon found out it was not a drill
But instead it was a war for real.
As you can see the Death of friends and comrades
There is more anger than fear you feel.
Japanese warplanes came flying low
As I aimed my sights.
From the deck a ship anchored at Pearl
Damaged, though crew still eager to fight.
I saw the face of a pilot who crash
Surrounded by black Smoke and fire.
Some of my bullets must have found their mark.
For his death was but my desire!
Two thousand, 323 killed
In a fight less than two hours.
gone with the heart of our Pacific Fleet
Japan had flexed their naval powers.
The bombing and shelling from ships and soldiers
Due to our congress to declare full war.
Where many a man put his life
Fighting for flag, country and much more.
KENNEDY = The war years
PT-109
After the attack on Pearl Harbor
He applied for sea duty in the war.
Where Lieutenant John F. Kennedy
Was known for his bravery and more.
In the dark hours before dawn
On 2 August of 43.
Kennedy ordered a torpedo boat
Through the blackness of the night at sea.
PT 109, was on Solomon's patrol
With a 12-man crew in a plywood craft.
A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night
Ramming and cutting Kennedy's boat in half.
Two of the crew simply disappeared
A third was badly burned.
Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck
Where in pain his leadership he earned.
Some of his men still had never learned to swim
When he gathered them on the bobbing bow.
The hours passed tell it seemed it would fall
So they set off for an island and here's how.
He ordered those who could swim to
The others were hanging from a beam.
Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor
And they stream through the ocean surface.
With his teeth clenched on the burnt man's vest straps
Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles.
5 hours later they all made it
Despite their hardships, sharks and studies.
The next problem was how to help raise
Without the enemy wake everywhere.
After several attempts swimming to other islands
Finally found two natives in a canoe.
Kennedy scratched a note on a coconut
To remove a base 38 miles supplied.
The news made it, and they were saved
And their courage still lives.
World war
FLY-BOYS
World War II gave us the fly-boys
Who was flying by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from the war
During others survived by chance.
Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his gun
The Wearing of leather, scarf and goggles of glass.
Pilots had no parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to his death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.
Blimp, where, as famous battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot
Hiding in the clouds, to approach their targets.
Tracer bullets were first used
In the guns the aircraft, airships around a fire.
The skies became man's highway of death
With duty and honor her wish trip.
How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
These times of the First World War and more?
Where do we get these brave souls of chance
Who gets out of the rest in the battles the war?
THE American Civil War
In 1860, life was good
Till its simplicity ended one day.
The North wanted to save the Union
While the South chose to break.
America was torn apart
As six hundred thousand died.
During four years of total war
Women without husbands cried.
The sad fact of the Civil War
Is that what was at their end left.
Too many times, men's evil acts
Destroyed both enemy and friend.
The problem was as soon as it began
There was no peace or Compromises.
Total victory must be proclaimed
In a rage would leave men's eyes.
Destroy all that helps the enemy
Was the call either Page.
Anything to get what to victory
As the death to ride horses has.
Black men in old uniforms
If the Union reserve.
You fought and died for their freedom
And their rights they earned and deserve.
lifestyle change for ever would
For all survived the war.
It had started as it ended
With sadness, misery, and much more.
Both sides prayed to the same God
And spoke words from the Bible.
The prayers of both were not answered
For all involved were to be held liable.
The Kansas FRONTIER
Coronado, in his quest to find gold for Spain
Was the first European on the green Kansas plane.
Explorers and traders from France . Travel
They saw the buffalo and the Indians, who were dancing.
At the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark
Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark.
A large number of Indians forced from the East
Kansas relocated, where the buffalo feast.
Many a cowboy decided to stay
It was not very long and most Indians were forced away.
When Missouri joined the Union, the slave-free states reached.
Which way Kansas would vote Congress was anxious to see?
The Heart-Landers were bleeding, their cities were on fire
As raiders from the slave states tried, force is their desire.
The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob
In revenge came John Brown, who would rob and murder.
Kansas Union respectively, when the civil war began.
After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their man.
Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed over the state.
Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate.
The frontier days have long gone, though the sunflower is still here
My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo roam with the deer.
Black Powder BRIDGE
A courier Driver hands his papers to me
They are instructions from Robert E. Lee.
I advised now is the time
To stop the troop movements on the Rock Line Iceland.
I muster my men and they load the boats
We powder our pistols and darken our coats.
Traveling the currents glides, the sun from his eyes
have gathered to fight as brave men with a purpose.
We will start a bridge before the moonrise
The Yankees, who are here will be soon Fly feeds.
The evil of war feeds on my brain
When I merge to destroy the light to a train.
Before us a frame of wood and tar
As we pull our oars for a willowed sand bank.
From the banks of the river, we see it approach
There are shadows of the soldiers in the windows of a coach.
With a burst of bright yellow and a roar in my ear
I hear them scream as they 're falling in fear.
The river is boiling in steam, steel and stalks
Once home to their families soon sing funeral hymns.
The one survivor was a red stallion stud
I lasso his neck, and freed him out of the mud.
As I drive into the saddle beneath the stars that shine
I pray for forgiveness and peace of mind.
War is a lesson we re eager to learn
If man has the fever to murder and burn.
Lord, please forgive me for what I have done
For all that I have been silenced Some Mother's Son
THE FEVER OF FEAR
Cannons are bursting hot metal from the soil.
Soldiers loot and burn our City.
The fever of fear rushes through my veins
Because too many blue jump from troop trains.
Smoke from hot barrels swirling around
Than four thousand Muskets volley their sound.
All my comrades have stopped a lead ball
Most scream, stumble and then fall.
The young fellow, our flag worn
Now he is dead, as he holds that the RAG.
Car with the wounded trail of blood on the floor
Death and destruction are easy to find.
The Generals are crying because they can not stand defeat
But it's always the soldier who dies on his feet.
Horses are out on a bridge Boards pounding
As the sunlight reflects off the blades of their swords.
I hide myself quickly in the roots of a tree
Where the dirt has eroded and there is only room for me.
After dark I sneak with the cover of fog
Then float down the river, as I noted in a log file.
Songs of their victory ring through the night
While from the cold, muddy water, I see their firelight.
It makes me remember my old home Church
Where the preacher spoke the word of God from his holy perch.
That the seed of all conflict began in a cave
If man, like the wild Wolf had to prove he was brave.
THUNDER IN THE GROUND
Cannons are far from a mountain ridge away roar
The fronts are and there is little time to pray.
Musket balls are pelting like hailstones from the sky
I am so full of fear, because I don 't want to die.
From beyond yonder hill comes a terrifying sound
It is the music of the wind and there's thunder in the ground.
The fast ride riders have pulled out all their swords.
They 're shouting and screaming as they charge up the gorge.
It is hard to believe how many make it through
When they were shooting and hacking to the boys in blue dress.
Then come the men, the soldiers are running on their feet
Every time I drop a jump, my heart beat faster.
It is a tower on the ground made of death, dust and smoke
My throat is so dry I can 't help but choke.
The fury of the struggle is required to settle
If most of the fighters lie dead on the floor.
After dark, the paramedics are worried about search
The wild boars eat the wounded and I can 't stand the sound.
Come dawn, we dig trenches for all the brave, lifeless men
Then quote words from our Bible pray heaven they can in.
SLAVERY
If you chain the neck of a slave
The other end attached to you.
Your heart and soul corrupted
And all are going to do what you are evil.
No government exists for long
Who's people are not really free.
Although all over the world there are such
If you remain blind, should be like life.
Anyone need to enslave the other
We live in their own hell
After death they will join their master
In that place from heaven he fell.
But until then we will fight and resist
Making them put their chains away.
And those of us die, first must
From the sky will watch and pray
Brother against brother
In the course of becoming officers
The young men of West Point as brothers bonded.
Till roomers of Civil War transformed friend to foe
How many cadets chose to serve others.
Fifty-five sixty large battles
Were under the leadership of graduates the long gray line.
Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another
For to kill and plunder were virtues of the time.
About six hundred Soldiers used
Not counting the masses of the population.
Cities, farms and cottages were destroyed
Before our Union was restored a nation.
The Littlest SOLDIER
Nine year old Johnny Clem who stood just four feet high
Ran away from Ohio to answer his country's call.
He concluded with the Union and was a Drummer Boy
Soon to prove the weapon he carried, was far more than a toy.
Armed with a sawed-off shotgun, to just fit him cut
He shot a Rebel horseman, tried to do him in.
Awarded his sergeant's stripes and the silver medal
His comrades offered him hot coffee from their kettle.
The newspapers of the North, gladly published his story
Telling of the nine-year-old of his country deserves the honor.
THE BATTLE
The moon is sky high
And perfectly round
Because it highlights the Beauty
Best Rittener ground.
Life is a journey
Where the passage is free.
After the verdict
Through the living and Thee.
Tomorrow's carnage
We will survive if we can.
Death and dismemberment
By the hand of man.
Some will stumble
In the absence of breath.
While others charge
In the face of death.
We will race after the battle
And pray for the best
In the hope that somehow
We happen to test God.
Horns
Their red and blue, ragtag flag stood out
covered against their gray uniforms of the dust.
Game, we fought for our enemy to kill
As the battle raged in the heat of the day
Volley after volley we put our blaze
With thousands of LED balls grab flesh and bone.
Blistering sweat rolled each face
As the melodies of the war blown by the trumpet.
There was a clanking sound in drums ramrods
Like any new minieball loaded and fired.
Some shot aimlessly in the smoke
While others took aim at the worn and tired.
Bullets were popping like the Fourth of July
But our enemy kept surging ahead.
Suddenly they broke and ran in groups
Scatter as for the forest fled.
Behind the protection of a stacked-stone wall
The victorious cheered or sat simply
At all points of friend and foe
While caring for the wounded were surgeons.
Soon the war was over and I survived
Despite his brutality with his feet kicked the ground.
From boy to man, I was transformed
Although still in the night I hear its sound.
LEAF ON THE WATER
America's East Coast was settled by the British
Since the Indian government began to recede.
After many a battle, they lost their land
Giving into the white man's power and greed.
In the years to come like a leaf on the water
The Indians were swept by the white man.
As trappers and pioneers pushing westward
Brought death and disease around the country.
With the white settlements came the fur traders
Followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and forming tools.
None of which helped the Indians to survive
Who voted for the war to break, and the rules of the white man.
Many contracts were made, only to be broken
With these happy for land, timber, furs and gold.
Prospectors arrived to plunder the country
And be for farmers, the Indians were told.
The battle raged on, to the western prairie
Up hill and down through the desert sand.
Indians proved to be a formidable opponent
As both sides fought from a distance and from hand to hand.
Lieutenant Colonel Custer led his cavalry
In search of fame and shame tribe.
But instead he and his men were slaughtered
Of hostile Indians with paint on his face.
Around the campfires of Rosebud and Pine Ridge
Singing warriors danced till Sitting Bull's death.
Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee
Where many would prefer Indian sad, her last breath.
With their fighting spirit completely broken
And their ancient tribal ways forever gone.
Proud Indians were displaced reservations
Where once their big story in the song lives on.
THE HISTORY hinge
The story resonates in all directions hinge
As the events of the past are written down.
Of all the people that has occurred since the early days
Less has been recorded as waiting to be found.
Babylonians kept chronicles of history
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic History.
Greeks had no faith in the future at all
Believing Mans repeated errors doom his glory.
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Christians, a new dimension in the history
We look forward to the return of Christ to the earth.
A drama going on with the people and God
Believing all are of equal worth created.
Some have asked why we should study history
It encourages us to just live in the past.
If we forget history we repeat their mistakes
Then throw in the outcome of humanity.
THE ALAMO
The leaves of the poplar trees hung motionless
As outside the walls Santa Anna's horde closed in.
A small band of Texans watched and waited
Focus on the fight and how the lives of would.
The battle raged from building to building
Until the old mission chapel was the last to fall.
Over 180 Texans died in the fight the man
Never give in, surrender or crawl.
Six weeks later Sam Houston rallied his forces
With "Remember the Alamo" as Battle cry.
Attacking and defeating Santa Anna Army
To win independence for Texas or die.
The Spanish word for "cottonwood" is "Alamo"
The long time popular name for the mission.
Today, the thick walls, old chapel still stands
Preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition.
General Washington
If you are in command, he boxed in the British
In Boston, where he caught taken Dorchester Heights
In view of the British at his mercy
When his men aimed their guns websites.
The British commander had only one choice
To sail to New York to renew the fight.
Where the British forces much greater
Who soon chased Washington's man in full flight.
They sat on Pennsylvania
After crossing the Hudson in retreat
With the British forces in hot pursuit
It looked as if George sentenced was to defeat.
When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware.
captured on this Christmas night he Trenton
Where Hesse were surprised and unaware.
He whipped the British at Princeton
Where in victory his men began to sing.
Washington then wintered at Morristown
Training his troops for the battle of spring.
Washington fought bravely at Brandywine
And again in one place called Germantown
But the English were the victors
When the dead of both sides covered the ground
Americans were already blessed that spring
When the French entered the war on their side.
Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge
With the help of the French they marched in motion.
The fighting raged on in North and South
When the soldiers of the king devastated the country.
Washington itself was in great despair
Plea for Aid for his weakened command.
His prayers were answered by 5,000 men
And found a French fleet, the Chesapeake Bay.
You up Cornwallis bottles in Yorktown
Those who surrendered to the game to play on drums.
Yorktown was really the end of the war
Although not entirely clear that many of the deed yet.
But the British soon grew tired of the fight
And the conditions for the end were signed and set.
Washington demanded to retirement home
But his country chose him first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support
For they believed that "he," by God was sent.
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