We watched them gear up and march away, carried on transports and planes to the battle dome Treasure the sight of their wave as they left that day Some of those brave soldiers won’t be coming home.
Daddies and husbands, brothers and uncles, lovers, friends, sisters and daughters, mothers and wives, aunts and all, gone to cleanse Iraq of Saddam and his deadly sins. One and all, they have gone to answer freedom’s call.
We are here waiting at home and daily we pray for victory and the great homecoming day when the battle’s haze clears and it does end. It is sad, but some will not be coming home again.
'Freedom Is Not Free' is the handbook we read. It takes its toll of those warriors it does need. Treasure the sight of their wave as they left that day; Some will surely die ensuring our freedom does stay.