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Army Spc. Brian Alexander Vaughn
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In Memory Of:
Marine Lance Cpl. Jason Dunham (22) of Scio, NY (laid to rest April 2004). He sacrificed himself by shielding his fellow men from a grenade attack. Our love & prayers will always be with his family and loved ones.
Submitted by: Samantha Cheatham
Army Captain Christopher S. Cash (36) of Winterville, NC (killed in action 24 January 2004). He was mortally wounded when his Bradley Fighting Vehicle came under attack by Iraqi insurgents. He is survived by his sons, Christopher (14) and Matthew (12), and wife, Dawn Cash.
Marines Capt. Matthew W. Bancroft (29) of Redding, CA and Lance Cpl. Bryan P. Bertrand (23) of Coos Bay, OR. Both died on Jan. 9, 2002 in Pakistan in a refueling tanker crash.
Marine Sgt. Rafael Peralta (25) San Diego, CA was shot clearing a house in Falluja, Iraq on Nov. 15, 2004, moments later, a grenade was thrown into room. Sgt. Peralta saved other Marines by smothering the grenade.
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"AMERICA"
We Love Our Country,
Thru Thick and Thin,
We Love Our Country,
Which Makes Us Win...
We Love One Another,
Throughout Each Day,
We Love One Another,
In the American Way...
We Stand Together,
In Our Time Of Need,
We Stand Together,
When Our Hearts Grieve...
We're True Americans,
That's What We Are,
We're True Americans,
Whose Hearts Go Far...
Our Soldiers Stand Tall,
For What They Believe,
Our Soldiers Stand Tall,
So Everyone Can Be Free...
By Chris & Dutchess Taylor, 2004
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Soldier
Dedicated to all who serve this country:
We all cried the day you left and we worried all day long. We are all so proud of you even though it's still so hard to believe you're gone...
We remember all the laughter and all of the joy that we shared; and then there were the sad times, the funny, and sometimes even the scared...
No matter how many things we forget, we'll know in our hearts this one thing ~ even though you are now gone we'll always remember the blessings that you and your memories shall always bring...
When we think about you we never cease to smile knowing that though you're gone you're still with us all the while...
Looking down on us from Heaven ~ your new resting place, you have brought our hearts to find peace and an everlasting grace...
You died fighting for your country, their is no greater honor
but every once in a while we catch a glimpse of you in the eyes of your baby daughter...
With a smile on her face, and a twinkle in her eyes, her looks of excitement, sadness, and surprise; She'll understand where these expressions come from when she's older...
When I look at her and tell her about her daddy, A Soldier
Written By: Crystal Starr Mahardy 
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THE JOURNEY
Standing in silence
as I wait for the command to breathe
Anxious to go over there
but still nervous enough that I don't want to leave...
My bags are packed
and are on the ground by my feet,
now we're getting on the buses
and driving down the street...
We won't reach our destination
for another thirty hours or more
"Where are you going?" they ask us,
"We're going to fight this war."
We've reached the planes
and we're all settled in,
just sitting and waiting
for our journey to begin...
The engines are now turning
as are the wheels in our minds,
in our hearts we're yearning and we can't help but to think,
have we saw our family and friends for the last time?
The plane is no longer on the ground
everyone's quiet, all our minds racing,
we won't relax until this war's over
and we have no idea of what we will be facing...
The hours are quickly flying by
as we sit and stare out the windows
there's something different about the sky
but what it is we just don't know...
The plane is shifting and getting ready to land,
we are all ready with weapons in hand
and with one last deep breath, we all stand:
for our Family, our Friends, our Freedom, and America the Promised Land...
So for everyday that we are gone
even though you're worried about us, please don't cry
just remember that we love you and we'll see you later
and that doesn't mean goodbye...
Saying see you later doesn't mean goodbye
and saying goodbye doesn't mean forever.
Goodbye was never said so I'll be back for you,
and I'll be yours for always and forever!!!
By: Crystal Starr Mahardy
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I wrote this song on behalf of Our Nation to thank the Troops for their Selfless Sacrifices for the Cause of Freedom here at Home and Abroad. --Jerry Calow
Beholding Beyond Words
Beholding Beyond Words To Our Servicemen And Women
Stationed Around The World In Far Away Places
There's Not Much We Can Say To Thank Them Enough
For What They Go Thru Each Day In The Rough
But: Give Them Our Thanks
Give Them Our Love
Give Them Our Regards
For a Safe Return
We Praise and Raise Our Hands To You
That Earned the Honor That We Now Bestow
We Salute You For A Job Bravely Done
And Applaud Your Courage In The Face Of The Unknown
Defending Freedom
Defending Liberty
Defending Peace
At Home And Abroad
For The Past, Present, And Future Generations
Duty Will Always Be An Honorable Citation
To Stand The Ground That Freedom Upholds
To Endure Engagements Where Ever They Unfold
Defending Freedom
Defending Liberty
Defending Peace
At Home And Abroad
For Those MIA'S, POW'S,
Fallen Soldiers, Who Gave All They Could
We Will Search For As Long As It Takes
You Are Not Forgotten And Will Always Be
In Our Hearts
In Our Prayers
In Our Minds
For All Time
These Immortalized Soldiers Whose Bravery Abounds
They Are Sisters, Brothers Heroes Profound
They Enlisted For The Duty At Hand
To Serve The Cause Of Country And Land
They Serve With Honor
They Serve With Valor
They Serve With A Pride
That Will Change Them Forever
To Our Forces Standing Tall And Proud They Be
Our Country's Behind Them In A Solemn Sea
So Let The Flags Of Freedom Fly
Unfurled In Their Majesty High
In The Sun
In The Rain
In The Wind
Across This Land
These Are The Things Our Country's Made Of
These Are The Things We Cherish And Love
So Let The Flags Of Freedom Fly
Unfurled In Their Majesty High
In The Sun
In The Rain
In The Winds
Across This Land
Jerry Calow (Copyright © 2003)
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September Eleven
September Eleven Rendered Unto Heaven
The Souls Of So Many, Loved Ones A Plenty
The World Trade Centers Towers of Human Genders
Were Forced To Surrender To The Plane Senders
Chorus:
Never Not Ever Will They Return
Mountains Will Crumble, Seas Will Tumble
Things Will Never Be The Same
So Many Ordinary People To Protect Family, Country And Steeple
Flew Home To Their Maker In The Clutches Of The Plane Takers
Only Misguided Morals Would Dictate Such Horrors
As Ground Zero Turned Asunder In A Crashing Cloud Of Thunder
Conjoined In The Pull Of Gravity And With So Much Calamity
Ground Zero Was Born And A Nation Was Torn
Chorus:
The Brotherhood Of Heroes In The Aftermath Of Human Torpedoes
Put Their Lives On The Line For Your Life And Mine
This Haloed Ground Zero Birthplace Of Heroes
Womb Of The Nation A Symbol To All Generations
This Nation Above All Will Rally A Call
That Justices Prevail And Freedom Be Hailed
Chorus:
America's Resolve is To Find Credence For All
Our Freedom Was Blighted, Our Fervor Ignited
We Take Upon Our Selves An Allegiance That Swells
Our Enduring Commitment To Pursue This Engagement
America's Endeavor Is To Preach Forever
That Freedom Loving Nations Can Live In Peace And Revelation
Chorus:
America's Endeavor Is To Preach Forever
That Freedom Loving Nations Can Live in Peace....Again!
Jerry Calow (Copyright © 2003)
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A Soldier's Dream
Dedicated To: Alfred Magallanes,
former Army PFC who bravely served 1 tour
in Vietnam from 1967-1968
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In the dreary dreams of a raptured heart
Lies a volume of sadness
Much akin to a parting thought
That leaves an emptiness, deep inside
Of loneliness and despair
As soldiers fight in wars, that seem so far away
Life and death march hand in hand
Like a shadow in a raptured heart
Grief sometimes appears
So when brave soldiers die in wars
Thank not of losing heart
Remember the dreams they leave undone
As life begins to fade
Only then will we feel the pain
Of the emptiness that's left behind
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
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The poems written on this page are the free expressions of speech by the authors, exactly what our soldiers are in harm's way in Iraq for.
The Hell We Patrol
Dedicated To: Christopher Martinez
Down a darken street so narrow, lies a passage of deep deception
Lurking beneath the broken windows, with death behind each blacken shadow
I feel a fear creeping over me, as I walk thru this wretched land
My fellow soldiers, walk beside me, with their rifles tightly held
We'll search this town as duty calls us, to find an enemy that hides so well
An order is given to advance, towards a point upon a map
Oh, how I hate this town, the city they call Baghdad
I say a prayer as we trek forward, a call to God, forms in my heart
Please dear Lord protect these soldiers from the deadly traps prevailing
In this Godforsaken town, the city they call Baghdad
Soon I hear the sound of bullets, streaming past my GI helmet
I searched to find a spot to shield me, I turned to see my fellow soldiers face the same ordeal
I looked to see where the gunfire came from
All at once we returned the fire, towards the shattered building, across the pebbled street
Soon a silence filled the air, no more gunfire came our way
I looked to see if harm be felled us, thank you Lord, no blood was shed
Once again we resumed our march and soon we reached the point we seek
Now we can return to base, to rest our weary bones
And hope that God does hear our prayers
For tomorrow is another day, in this hatred hell of fate, the city they call Baghdad
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
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Sleeping Tiger
Dedicated To: The Veterans Of Pearl Harbor
In the venues of the painted sea, lies the thunder of infamy
Which soon will sweep down upon a pearl, a paradise of destiny
Hidden in the vastness of the blue Pacific Sea, lies a tiger, sleeping lightly
Who's soon to be awaken, by the lightning from the sky
Have you ever wondered what it's like, on the other side of life
Where pain is just a memory, in the recess of your thoughts
In between the bouts of pain, I try and shut my eyes
To dream of how it used to be, in the corridors of my mind
As I turn towards the window, in this army ward
Memories of when I was young, fill my heart with joy
I think back to the days, when I met a girl, who soon would be my wife
It was the summer of '39, and I remember, how hot it got that year
How lucky was I to find a girl, who would love me, for who I am
We shared a life, full of joy, how the memories come back to me
If only these thoughts could last, the rest of eternity
But that was not to be, for the pains of war, were looming
The signs were there to see, for the news we read together
Made it clear to one and all, that death was taking its toll on our friends across the sea
It wasn't long before a precious little girl, came to share our life
What a joy she brought to us, in the summer of '41
But soon I received my orders, to report to Hickam Field
When she drove me to the dock, on that chilly foggy morn
How the tears did flow, from the women I loved so much
So many others felt the same on that cold November day
I watched them standing on the dock, as the ship moved silently away
And I waved until the fog, made them disappear
I remember passing beneath the bridge, of San Francisco Bay
Wondering what God has in store for me, as we headed out to sea
Would I ever see my wife and child, as the bridge faded into the fog
A silent prayer was said by me, in the early frosty morn
Within the week the Island of Hawaii, a paradise of the Pacific, appeared before our eyes
I remember the mountain called Diamond Head, how the name did fit
So awesome was the view, from the blueness of the sea
As we entered Pearl Harbor, my eyes could hardly imagine, all the ships at bay
For what a mighty Navy was gathered, for all of us to see
It was the 5th of December, when we departed from the ship
Headed towards the barracks, on the post at Hickam Field
By the time we got unpacked and settled, into our new abode
The weekend had started, it was the 6th of December, oh, if we only knew
As my thoughts got interrupted, from the pain that jolted me
A shot from the nurse, sent me back into a sleepy trance
It was the 7th of December, I was sleeping soundly on that early Sunday morn
When the bombs began to fall, it threw me from my cot
I thought it was a dream, but the blood I saw from my friends, convinced me it was real
I tried to find some cover, but that was hard to do, for the bombs, and bullets
That rained on us caused the ones who were healthy, to help the ones who were hurt
I remember holding a stretcher, carrying one of my friends
When an explosion to the right of me, made my lights go dim
Not much else I remember of that God awful day, when I woke up in a ward
I was surrounded by my buddies, to the right and left of me
In between the bouts of pain, I asked the nurse, what happened
She said the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, along with Hickam Field
Many died Sunday morning, and many more are hurt, as she checked my chart
I could see the hurt, deep within her eyes, she said it's Tuesday morning
The Japanese have not come back, it's safe for now, she thinks
I saw her scurry to a sailor, down the multitudes of beds
As I fell back into a sleep, to take the pain away
And now it's Thursday morning, the pain remains the same
Between the shots of dope, they pour into my veins
I know my days are numbered, as I look beneath the sheets
For my legs are gone and missing, their back at Hickam Field
For me the war is over, it becomes so clear to see
If God decides to let me live, I'll be with wife and child
If God decides to take my life, my pain will cease to be
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
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