Be honest folks, this is true poetry in word and vision. (Military folk aren’t machines)
I could hear the weeping willows bellowing
The look of terror in people’s eyes
Seemed as stormy as the winter sky .
Gear was packed with clothes, boots, hats…
Shots were administered,
And M-16’s and body bags were issued for every every soldier going abroad .
Good-byes were said to family and friends
And many tears were bled,
A sick and hideous thought lurked in the back of everyone’s mind—
What will this person going away look like dead?
Planes were boarded with soldiers gear and all.
Engines roared signaling preparation for takeoff
Which gave everyone on board a chance to look back at their loved ones
And seeing that last tear fall from their eye
Turning around and facing forward the plane began to roll away and there was no looking back!
As the planes were beginning to ascend
Many broken hearted and fearful soldiers broke down and cried.
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