Sunday, September 11, 2011

"Soldier", A Poem By: Danielle La Valley

I would like to share this amazing poem written by a friend of mine.

"Soldier" 
By: Danielle La Valley

I am heroic and I am brave
Innocent lives I fight to save.
I fight for my country; it’s your country too
Let us stand and salute the red, white, and blue
I am a solider of the United States
And I vow to protect ‘til I meet my fate
I am one of millions defending this land
Divided we fall, together we stand
School wasn’t for me; I’m a warrior at heart
And after graduation I was ready to start
I wrote down my name and I was enlisted
To trade my identity, to be a statistic
57891643
Is the number they used to recognize me
Ready as ever to prove I’m a man
They shipped me off to Afghanistan
When I left for my base, I was cautious as a mouse
As I drove through Kabul, passing house after house
Some people stopped while others stared
And others ignored because they didn’t care
The city around me passed in a whirl
But for a split second I saw the face of a girl
Most of it was covered with a scarf over her head
But her eyes peered out through loose pieces of thread
They were deep, dark brown and enriched with purity
Though her glare intensified with forced maturity
I didn’t know what to think, who was I to her?
Or was I overanalyzing a passed by blur?
Many nights came when I’d dream of her stare
Over time that memory slipped away to the air
Day after day after day had begun
I’d march and I’d march and I’d march ‘til it was done
I’d wake up before dawn and sleep after night
Exhausting it was but I used all my might
I trained hard and long until I got to shine in my hour
To bring down the enemies who brought down our towers
They buzzed off my hair and gave me a gun
I locked and I loaded and was ready to run
I entered the truck with a helmet on head
Strong feelings in heart, there was nothing to dread
I closed my eyes so I could focus my mind
And sort through my thoughts so I could find
The things and people I was fighting for
Freedom, family and friends, nothing less, nothing more
I opened my eyes to a treacherous view
Dark gray storm clouds looming under skies of blue
No amount of training could prepare anyone for this
My heart sunk to my stomach and digested into abyss
The buildings were burning and crumbling to shambles
Glass covered streets that were crooked and scrambled
The ashes and tar suffocated my lungs
The evaporating steam hit my eyes so they stung
I was thrust out of the truck and the moment alike
And called into position to be ready to strike
My body responded with actions second nature
As I marched towards combat deep into the obscure
The silence made my ears bleed worse then gunshots and screams
As I pretended to be where I wasn’t, like a bad lucid dream
I ran hiding and lurking to stay true to my mission
As I created “Black Hawk Down” in my own rendition
My team split up so we could we encircle the enemy
After we cheered to our training at the military academy
I crouched into position and low crawled to a window
As I spied the opposition 500 feet below
I pulled out my gun and locked onto my target
My hands started to quiver and my palms started to sweat
The man down below glanced up into my eyes
I nearly jumped out of my skin from surprise
There were those deep, dark brown eyes so pure
All of the innocence raped away by death and by war
And for a moment his eyes light up horrified
Because I had decided whether he lived or he died
But that moment had passed as my finger pulled the trigger
A decision decided from trained hostile vigor
He fought for his beliefs just I fought for mine
So can someone please explain where is the enemy line?
Is it at our manmade borders that make up hundreds of nations
That define who we are just because of location?
Take away each other’s gender, age and race
Let’s tackle the issues we all have to face
Peel back all of our wounds and let the truth bleed
We are all people with the same basic needs
Some food to eat, water to drink and shelters for protection
To feel we are wanted and loved is the hearts resurrection
I killed a man today and inside he killed me as well
It’s a shame his story is one I’ll never hear him tell
But it’s all in the name for the red, white and blue
I fight for my country; it’s your country too
And I vowed to protect ‘till I meet my fate
Because I am just a soldier of the United States
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