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The guns start showing force
I slide off my bed
As my mattress hits the floor
Another night wondering
Who will win the night
As I grab my Kevlar and vest
I trust in the Soldiers
That protects me each night
For I know that they are the best
Author notes
The Mongolians Soldiers often fired warning shots at people coming near the base. I have seen flares fired many times. The flares are used to light up an area so Soldiers and Marines can see well. I was setting in a porta potty one night when a flare landed on top. Talk about getting the blank scared out of you.
Most nights are quite. We may hear a few gun shots but it is general quite. That’s the way I like it. We have to remember that things can change very fast. There are not a lot of attacks here anymore. Insurgents are not getting together and attack one base. There haven’t been many long term attacks of mortar fire.
Written August 9th, 2006
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Wonderful write, I am so glad that you are in the hands of the worlds finest. Those who put their own safety on the line for that of others, no other people will demonstrate such a sacrifice as a Soldier, no matter their country. May God bless and keep you all safe. Oh though the porta-potty thing would scare the ---- out of me, it is kind of humorous. Glad you can still see the lighter side of things in a bad situation. Stay safe. -
This is really good. And i liked it that you put a little bit about the warning shots. It was really entering to hear, and pretty funny about the porta potty.
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Nice write
A very nice write. I too put my trust in our Military. I am glad to see that we still have many Allies with us in the war on terrorism. I pray for our troops every night and day, especially those in harms way. It is nice that you write poetry to occupy your spare time. Take care of you and God bless you and yours.


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