We’re on our way,
To make the peace,
To right the wrong,
To set people free.
We’ve sent the troops,
We’ve packed their bags,
We gave them kisses,
And well wishes,
And saluted the flag.
We had a last meal of cereal, and lost moments,
Holding hands our thoughts like chains unbroken,
The time seemed so holy.
I checked my uniform for dust and wrinkles,
I checked my cap for starch and crinkles.
I hugged my wife, and kissed my child,
I said goodbye,
Hopefully for a very short while.
The plane departed,
The men were glum,
A patriotic song began,
But no one sung.
Outside the window the landscape disappeared,
And later the endless water was all I could see.
Then we touched down on the hundred-degree ground,
But my thoughts were in America, so far away right now.
The mission is peace in the Middle East,
The goal is something I know is very hard,
But I am an American soldier,
Proud of my country, my flag, and my God.
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