I got an email from a friend of mine and this was apparently published in my local paper.
I haven't been able to locate it in past issues but this poem was sent to a local woman whose son is in Iraq.
She forwarded it to the paper to be published, it was written by him and his platoon.
I have no way to authenticate it because I have not seen it yet in the paper but it is still a very good poem no matter who the author is.
"Wish You Were Here"
For all the free people that still protest.
You're welcome.
We protect you and you are protected by the best.
Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you?
No one standing in your crowd.
We are your fathers, brothers, and sons,
wearing the boots and carrying guns.
We are the ones that leave all we own,
to make sure your future is cast in stone.
We are the ones who fight and die,
We might not be able to save the world,
Well, at least we try.
We walked the paths to where we are at
and we want no choice other than that.
So when you rally your group to complain,
take a look in the back of your brain.
In order for that flag you love to fly,
wars must be fought and young men must die.
We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear.
If that's not respected, we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling, put down your signs,
and pray for those behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over and all is well,
be thankful that we chose to go though hell.
Cpl. Joshua Miles and all the boys from 3rd Battalion 2nd Marines,
Kuwait
I haven't been able to locate it in past issues but this poem was sent to a local woman whose son is in Iraq.
She forwarded it to the paper to be published, it was written by him and his platoon.
I have no way to authenticate it because I have not seen it yet in the paper but it is still a very good poem no matter who the author is.
"Wish You Were Here"
For all the free people that still protest.
You're welcome.
We protect you and you are protected by the best.
Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you?
No one standing in your crowd.
We are your fathers, brothers, and sons,
wearing the boots and carrying guns.
We are the ones that leave all we own,
to make sure your future is cast in stone.
We are the ones who fight and die,
We might not be able to save the world,
Well, at least we try.
We walked the paths to where we are at
and we want no choice other than that.
So when you rally your group to complain,
take a look in the back of your brain.
In order for that flag you love to fly,
wars must be fought and young men must die.
We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear.
If that's not respected, we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling, put down your signs,
and pray for those behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over and all is well,
be thankful that we chose to go though hell.
Cpl. Joshua Miles and all the boys from 3rd Battalion 2nd Marines,
Kuwait