The Proudly CursedA Poem by NocA little bit a pride was involved.If you could only begin to understand, So messed up its freaking sad. The things they do yet still stand. Im gana stry to explain it, so you can get a grasp of this merry band.
The sweat pours down his face. Every bone in him screams and aches. Heart beating so fast in its race. Clutching his battle worn sword. Death never ceasing its chase.
Training takes over him, but the heart still protests. Yet another life to trim. Bullets flying, no time to rest. He must become the new grim.
Its the duty of it all. Its the honor to serve. Honor those who made the fall. A bad time for the homeland, its time to answer the call.
Thats just what they did, for whatever the reason. Pandoras box with an open lid. Pressing on every day after, they willingly take their life to bid.
A bullzeye on their head, for choosing to serve their land. Each day dodging all the lead. Wishing to be out of this sand. Tomorow yet another day to dread.
Could be home, living the life. Not a care, its all pretty fair. Their hearts stabbed by a knife, when their love cries on the phone, to come back home to their wife.
A country that comes first, in a world that has changed. Justice is what we all thirst. All for freedom, they go downrange. Soldiers of America, the proudly cursed. © 2008 NocAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 4, 2008 Last Updated on November 6, 2008 AuthorNocSykesville, MDAboutHusband Soldier Brother Son Freedom Fighter Inspired by the times more..Writing
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