Wrote this back when 9/11 first happened. Forget what I wrote it for though. Don't know enjoy.

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The soldier

Riding in the back of a transport,
knowing you’re going someplace bad.
Evidence all around, getting worse by the mile.
Looking back at your team, knowing some will not make it back.
Your gun being the only thing that has been with you since the beginning.
Sounds of fighting in the distance, getting louder with every shot.
Looking up to the sky, looking like it’s going to rain.
Looking back to your team, some of them this being there first fight.
With looks of bravery on their faces, you know that will change soon.
With the battle growing nearer, you prepare yourself for war,
hoping that you see next dawns light that night.