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I
walked into this building, but not an ordinary one.
It was filled with soldiers, all lined up one by one.
They were preparing for war, which I could see.
But, I knew they were doing this for me.
As they were gathering their gear, I was trying to hold
back my tears.
But I was thinking, Why Lord must this war go on?
Why does it seem everything is going wrong?
Each night these men lay alone,
wondering if they are gonna make it home.
In a way I couldn't explain, but I seen a little girl
crying.
Because her Dad was leaving for a few minutes,
but deep down inside he was dying,
because the minutes were nothing compared to the years.
As I turned, I seen tears flowing in my best friends
eyes.
And it was something I couldn't describe.
But I thought to myself, Why must people have to die?
Why do these men choose to live a dangerous life?
But I knew it was the duty of these men.
And if it weren't for them I wouldn't have freedom.
The job of a soldier isn't easy, you have to be brave.
But don't live life in sorrow, everything will turn out
Okay.
So now that I take a look back, it took me a while to
realize.
That if it weren't for these guys, some of us wouldn't
have lives.
But, everything that's happening is meant to be.
And I want to thank the soldiers for fighting for me.
I proudly say thanks for fighting for me.
And remember this No matter where you are or
what you do everyone back at home loves you!!!!!!!
Little sister of a soldier
©Karen
M. Smart
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