Life in the Military

I left as a boy, returned as a man
Took the oath, and raised my right hand
Recruiter said, I would see the world
I lay here in my rack looking at a picture of my girl
Thousands of miles away from home
Care packages to make sure your not alone
On patrol in a foreign land
Thousands of boots upon the sands
Travel the world the recruiter said
He never said my friends would end of dead
I often think did I make the right choice?
Thinking about when I will hear my girls voice
It brings a smile to my face
Even though I fight in this place
I pray everyday and never lose faith
Stay alive is my goal
My body isn't going in a hole
I'm going home I say everyday
My faith will never sway
Short time is how I'm known
When it is time we will all go home



Poetry by ternic2005
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Written on 2016-09-08 at 06:48

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You have a real talent for this style of writing, I like how all your sentences rhyme and come together. It makes the poem sound classic.
2017-01-23



This is the truth of how serving is. It isn't glamorous and there are often doubts. This is lovely and sad. May (you) or all who are out there return home safely. Short time is the most difficult and the most anxious. Well written.
Should we be there fighting at all? I often wonder. My brother and husband died in a war. I do wonder if war is the answer.
Ashe
2016-09-09


David W. Glavin
I do always enjoy your compassion for the soldiers. Compassion in itself is rare these days
2016-09-09


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You have always written compassionately of those who serve. This is very good—true and sad.
2016-09-08