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Memorial Day

The flags are flying, the banners waving,
the men are weeping, over by the wall.
They are full of memories,
All the dead soldiers. The flags are flying, the pennants flowing,
the men are crying, by the parade ground.
O why do they cry;
All the dead soldiers. Who will cry with them. All the dead soldiers. Who will weep for them. All the dead soldiers. Who can know their grief. Only dead solders.
Ruth Carey

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The Boy With The Grenade

The boy with the grenade stood beneath a tall oak tree. His face grimaced as the photo was taken. One moment. Thirty seconds later he was running after his younger sister as she jumped up and down in front of him. Their mother now held the grenade, carelessly. Tossing it up and down. A toy grenade it posed no threat. The boy ran, the sister jumped, the mother tossed.
The soldiers run across a patch of dry desert. It front of them there is a small shelter. Inside it a teenager waits, watching. He has been sent there to watch and wait. The soldiers draw near, the teenager hides, the door opens. Once all of the soldiers are inside safely, the teenager smiles and pulls the pin from the grenade.
There is a knock at the door. The mother answers it. A soldier stands shadowed by the sun. The mother cannot see his face, but she does not need to, she knows it is not her son. After the ceremony, the flag is folded and given to her. She takes it home, through the front door, up the stairs to the his bedroom and places it next to the toy grenade she absent mindedly tossed one day in a park, as she sat beneath a tree.
Tina O'Rourke

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Leaves from the vine, carry me home
Like shadows drifting from, the meadow's roam
Little soldier boy, comes marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
Life of the tree, floats in the wind
Drifting ever sweet, helps life to mend
Little soldier boy, comes marching in.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching in.
Leaves from the vine, carry me home
Like shadows drifting from, the meadow's roam
little soldier boy, comes marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
Sky Welch

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Letters To Santa 2

~Letters to Santa ~
Blissful quiet fills the halls all around as the children lay so peaceful in their long lasting slumber. One dreams of the snow fight he plans to win tomorrow and the other dreams of a way she could fight to protect her family, just like the strong courageous soldiers she wrote letters to day after day. The girl was so much younger than her brother and she knew she had years to wait until she could do all she could to protect all that kept her free. This young girl wanted so much to give her country all it had given her. She woke to the sound of the front door opening and feet creaking and tip-toeing across the living room floor. She went to the door and peeked out and right in front of her was her one Christmas wish come true. She could remember word for word what her letter to Santa had said. Such innocent words that would make the strongest man weak. She had written a letter to Santa and this is what it said....
Dear Santa Claus,
I'm not going to say I haven't been naughty because I’ll admit there were times where I argued with my mommy and times when I just ignored what she would say. Sometimes I can be stubborn and more often then not I’ve been very disobedient. My free spirit and anxious on the go attitude keeps me from settling down. I'm still young Mr. Claus and I'm bound to make mistakes, but don’t we all? But Santa, even though I haven't always been obedient I have one Christmas wish and one gift I’d very much like to have. You see, my daddy is a strong man who fights to protect us and the rest of this beautiful country. It has been three years since I’ve seen my daddy and I miss him so. I wish to be just like him when I grow up. My one Christmas wish this year is to see my daddy again. I miss him so much and I know its very selfish of me to want to take him away from what he does day by day but to see him again I would do anything and I would never again argue with my mommy. Well Santa I hope you'll awake into consideration my wish but for now that is all I have to say. Thank you for reading this Santa, even if you cant make my wish come true.
A soldiers little angel
Now as the little girl stood in her doorway all she could see was the colors of a soldier’s uniform. With tears streaming down her strong stubborn yet very angelic face she screamed as she embraced the man in front of her. She couldn’t believe it, Santa had made her wish come true. Santa had sent her daddy home to her. The man she held so close had been sent home after his sergeant had read a letter from his daughter. The sergeant called the man into his tent. Now the man sat in the presence of a man he greatly admired, a man he believed to be unbreakably strong and courageous, a man that now sat in front of him with tears streaming down his extremely masculine face. “Now young man, I just got a letter from your wife, and along with her letter she sent a letter from your daughter that she had written to Santa Clause. You have an extraordinary little girl who loves you very much.” His sergeant said to him “your daughter could have asked for anything for Christmas but there was only one thing she asked for. Now after I read her letter there was no way I could say no to what she asked. So pack up soldier because even though you’re my strongest soldier and my bravest one as well no man alive or dead could deny a girl her one Christmas wish.” So the soldier packed his bags and headed home. He unlocked the door and crept across the floor. Now he stood in the arms of his little angel as she cried into his chest. “Why do you cry when your wish came true? ” he asked her in a hushed voice. She replied, “I didn’t think Santa would do it, I told him I wasn’t always a good girl. But he did and your home now.” “Oh, baby girl, Santa did listen and he showed me that letter that you wrote and it was very beautiful. One day you will make me prouder than I am already. I love you so mach my little angel.” He said to her as he embraced her even tighter. And the little girl quietly whispered a gentle “Thank you Santa”
cynthia Routen

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