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Wrote this about the little I know that happens and goes on with those in the military. |
| His grip is tight, as he is shaking inside Fear is an emotion he was trained to hide He hears a faint command, as shots are fired Pushing himself to move quickly, even though he is tired Day-in and day-out with barely any sleep MREs(Meals Ready to Eat) are the closes thing to a home cooked meal he'll eat Dirt, blood, and sweat stain his weary body As he'll do anything just for a five minute break to rest his feet Pictures and letters from her, he holds close to his heart While he counts down the days til they are no longer oceans apart Missions are getting tougher and he can only hope and pray That all his buddies and him will make it back okay Not knowing what they'll face when they turn the corner or their backs Holding their breath, they knock down doors of homes and shacks Hoping they won't have to open fire, he grips tightly as he is shaking inside He hears a faint command, as shots are soon fired In one split moment it's all over Gripping his picture, he finally comes to a rest he longed for, and is no longer tired. |