I am a small town country boy
I grew up ridin bulls on the weekend
And workin to death during the day
Then a decision overcame me
And I was no longer ne'er
The only thing I knew
I was givin a rifle and a ticket
Straight to a place called hell
With a straight face
And nerves under control
I stood side by side with some of my com-rads
But the day of tragedy came
When my best wasn't enough
Bullets went flying
And people were screaming
I was right there with my friend
Laying down rounds
Trying to take em out
Not enough to prevent this tragedy
The moment my sight was locked
One shot came from him
Then one from me
He's down and so is my friend
I'll never forget that day because she died right there
Right in my arms and there was nothing I could do
Tears roll down my cheek as blood ran down her body
This is the life in ACU's
We fight to the end
We know the cost but we still gather ourselves
Wake up in the morning just to thank God
Thank him for letting us see another day
And pray that it'll be the same tomorrow.
The life in ACU's is not easy
But I will stand and fight
Until this war is over
And when the next arises
I know it doesn't rhyme but this is in memory of my best friend Jamie Lynne. R.I.P
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Amazing write. She will live on within you. Keep writing!
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Holy crap.
Plain amazing.
Mylee
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wow
this is amazing piece of work.. ill read more soon. this is really deep and really good!!
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omg that was so good!! it made me cry.. im so sorry this happened to you but i have to say thanks so much for not giving up. i think we need a lot more people in this world like you!
anyway wonderful poem.. i loved the emotion and how you described growing up and being thrust into the war. thanks for sharing
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P.s. Bob is right- and don't let the arse-holes of this world tell you any different.
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This haunting and beautiful tribute stands strong and says as much about you as it does your friend. Poetry isn't about rhyming- it is about expressing feelings, thoughts, ideas, and even pictures with words and in a way that is more expressive than a simple narrative. You have done exactly that- the poems that mean the most are the ones that are personal to us- but also have some truth or thought that other people can grasp and hold onto.
This is so lovely and so heartfelt and incredibly sad...You have written something special- and I know it will touch many and in some small way, will help you to cope with the grief of losing someone you love. Keep writing- keep sharing and keep talking- your sanity and heart depend on it!
Your poetry is lovely- thank you for sharing it.
Tilly
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denial
Denial reigns in those so ignorant to think that all is gained by appeasement. Seems only the truly brave can & will stand against the tyrant. You the best of what this country has
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