I hung up my rifle I boxed up my boots
Starting from new I returned to my roots
Swinging a hammer and laying some bricks
Laying down tile I fixed it up quick
Made me some money paid off my bills
Talked to my friends that worked at my will
Something was missing a hole was in me
But I kept on working I kept the routine
This is not me I have to confess
My life is so bland I must organize this mess
I miss the sand and I miss the pain
I miss the war I'm going insane
I can build home but I rather not build
I can manipulate metal but I rather not weld
I unhooked my rifle I laced up my boots
I am a soldier with no alternative route
What do you say
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I don't know who you are, what kind of life you lead, or what makes you decide to do what you do. But I do kow one thing. You've got heart, and you've got guts. As a senior level Girl Scout of America I am very proud of you for serving and protecting our country even though that's not a popular, or politically correct if the truth be known, thing to do at this particular point in time. And everytime I participate in a flag ceremony, or say the pledge of alligiance at school or a football game, everytime I lift up my voice in our national anthem, I stand tall and think of the men and women like you, past present and future, that make my way of life possible. I appreciate you for both your service, and your heartfelt honest poetry.
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Yes hun, and back you went again... perhaps the going back made you realise there is an alternative route, or gave the desire to find one!
You are a soldier at heart and that discipline will take you far in life!
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