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  237.     

I Bleed Red, White And Blue

I’m the soldier who defends,
I bleed red, white and blue.
Not for our local politicians,
rather I selflessly bleed for you.

I bleed red for your freedom,
the one I protect at any cost.
Crimson colors ensuring that
your civil rights are never lost.

I bleed white for a noble cause,
not a political agenda you see.
Ivory hues this soldier spews,
to protect and shelter you and me.

I bleed blue for all your children,
and their children just the same.
Blue shades this soldier emanates,
all I ask is you remember my name.

I bleed all the Patriotic colors of,
our flag, I’ll never be able to deny.
Tints of freedom and dedication.
this soldier will honor until I die.
 
Stacy Stiles

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  238.     

Freedom

To all our Soldiers past and present, God Bless
Glory to the American Flag, long may she wave
So many have been covered with her when they've
gone to their grave

So many of us have taken for granted that our
freedom will always be
We tend to forget those who have kept that
right for you and for me

A Soldier will stand and fight all night to
keep us from harm
While some of us sit at home and refuse to
lift an arm

Some sit around and complain all day how
wrong this war must be
While a Soldier pushes that aside to continue
to fight for you and me

Some sit around and complain about the food
their going to eat
While a Soldier works straight through
hungry and weary on his feet

While you sit around and complain about what
you have or where you live
Remember what a Soldier somewhere for you is
about to give

A Soldier stands tall and proud and ready for
the fight
We must stand strong behind them through
their hard and arduous plight

Lee Greenwood said it best 'The Flag still
stands for Freedom and they can't take that away'
So give Thanks to our Soldiers out there each
and every day
 
ty. bohls

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  239.     

Society

Society

I am no soldier,
no soldier am i,
and that is why
i don't even try
to walk in line,
by abiding rules
playing moral's fool.
I am not three,
don't count as two
but i am who
i am
in my solitude,
that is why
i am no soldier
no soldier am I,
not a G.I. in me.

Madrason s-Hertogenbosch 24 03 2010
 
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  240.     

A Roman Sentry's Friday Duty

A soldier's curse is not the copper pay,
stationed here in this gods-forsaken place!
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.

Anywhere! —lug my shield on the Appian Way
or guard the quarry slaves in rocky Thrace.
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay.

The land is weary, fit for thorns and clay.
The towns are crowded with a bearded race.
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.

This hill is bald as a skull, cold and gray,
—and I left my woolen tunic back at base!
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay.

Sentry for rebels crucified today—
last year in Rome I won a chariot-race!
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.

This one I know: I heard the governor say
'Ecce homo! ' (I don't forget a face.)
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay.
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.
 
William F Dougherty

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