I wrote this after receiving an email from a marine still in Iraq….

Today’s  Soldiers

Its 2 am here and I’m awakened, feeling the strongest need,
My muse was jabbering, trying plant a new seed,
Jumbled up thoughts in a maze, from my sleep deprived mind,
So I got out of bed, and got on-line,
 An email from a troubled spirit, is what did I find,

That sadness and death, are still  alive and well,
We have a few friends in Iraq, living  that pure hell,
But what they have seen, never will they tell,
Civilians they couldn’t save, and if that’s not bad enough,
Their friends are dying too, death is running amuck,
To see them killed, &/or the after math of it all,
Then somebody ask a stupid question, and my heart just falls,

“How many people have you Killed,” and I cringe at these words,
Death is not a game, will these people ever learn?
His M1-16 in hand and the 9 mm on his hip….
After what he’s been thru, he’s in no mood for any shit!
This war has taken him away, from his family you see,
And he’s buried his buddy’s including part of himself… this strong marine
Don’t ask our soldiers things like, ‘did you kill someone today,’
They have to live with this, they have to find a way….
Shooting at unseen targets,  that are wishing to kill him first,
Watching his men die, is the absolute  worse,
How does he tell his friends wife, the children looking up at him in awe,
How can he  say, ‘I couldn’t stop it…. & your daddy’s taken the fall?’

To the wife who trembles, and the mother that wails,
To the father now in shock, living in his own hell,
Children and women, suicide bombers they are called,
Is this the son of a bitch, that caused my brother to fall?
He  wants revenge… though he knows its wrong, & yes…  a sin,
But nothing will ever bring, his best friend home again,
They are civil to the captives,  although the enemy attacked us…. upon our fair land,
There’s not much  left, that this Marine hasn’t yet seen,
And then there is  this war… so cold, callous an mean,
The restless nights, to be awaked by cold sweats,
By visions of truth, blood and the  dead still visit him yet,
A soldier he is, some call him a killing machine,
All so we can rest easy, what that haunts him inside…to us is unseen,
Dog tags collected, so they will know for sure,
Those that perished…. you cant imagine what’s been endured,
Unspeakable turmoil, unthinkable thoughts for most,
All in the name of freedom, from coast to coast,
So much the American people will never see or hear,
But you can bet it’s the military, keeping us safe…calming our fears,
The job they do…keeping our nation and others safe from dictators and such,
Shouldn’t we just say ‘Thank you’ to them, Thank you very much…’

Written by: Little Wolf

This is a dedication a very special man and all the men & women that continue to follow orders; orders to fight and protect great U.S. of A. May God bless you, protect you, and guide you on this journey….IJN~ AMEN & AMEN