KMcKinley

Among the treches i see men, some old friend and others i have just recently met.

We are all different, //none// alike, But one thing we share is clear in sight.

For freedom we all stand, Fighting for neighbors, and always //willing// to lend a hand. Making sure our contry is free, But let me tell you freedom don't come free.

It costs the //laughter// and joy in a soldiors face, Simply wanting all of those //horrible// memories to be erased. It costs the lives of many men, Dear loved ones that //won't// be back again.

Day by day i see smiles, //Turn into// faces of fright. Days slowly becoming longer, And the burden of having to stay alert all night.

Some fight for children, Others for a loved one. And a few fight for the the //thrill//, Of embracing a gun.

__Through my eyes,__ I see the //spirit// of a soldior fade away. Though a hero, Is what he is expected to portray.

The sparkle that once shown, Can no longer be //found//. And all that was there, Is no longer around.

When all of this will end, No one knows. The time for //peace// on this earth, Is still unknown