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Free verse.
Covered in sand, their dedication shows, Protecting the ones who need them the most. In one land, they're soldiers. In another, our brothers. Long time past from "Shock and Awe", They still stand tall in this barren land. As much as they would love to go home, They know they fight for freedom. Something many take for granted, We sometimes don't stop to think The price we pay, the loss we take, The ones who don't come home. Men and women, soldiers by choice, Keep the liberties we value the most. They fight to give others the same Without question, without complaint. They are the protectors of our freedom, They give others the gift of hope. They are our brothers, sisters, moms, and dads. Soldiers who fight to bring peace to other lands.
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