Friday, September 5, 2008
McCain Rally in O'Fallon
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The Sand in His Boots by Phil Kwan
The sun gets in his eyes,
He’s in a new country,
Left and said his goodbyes,
Given the orders,
He goes to his assigned place,
With all the thoughts of being here,
His heart begins to race,
But he knows his duty,
He knows what he’s doing is right,
He knows that freedom isn’t free,
And that is why he fights,
The days turn to months,
The months turn to years,
But the letters from home,
Turn away all his fears,
“Your brother says hi,”
“Your sister says your nephew is well,”
“Mom and dad say they love you,”
“I have something I want to tell,”
“You know that I love you,”
“I pray that you will be ok,”
“Please make it home safe,”
“Because our baby is on its way,”
He now sees there is more to fight for,
There’s even more purpose to this war,
Not only for the safety of his country,
But all of its people and more,
The days become longer,
The nights even more,
And the reports from the home say,
That his country is tore,
Some say it is justified,
Some say its not worth dying for,
Some say bring them home,
Some say send in more,
But what his home does not hear,
Is what the brave have to say,
He knows the battle is right,
He would say it every day,
And he’s not only fighting,
So others can be free,
But the protect the home front,
To protect you and me,
So tonight when you go home tonight,
And lie down to go to sleep,
Remember to pray for our soldiers,
And tell God their safety he must keep.