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CONSERVATIVE poet Tom ZART € ™ S 50

AMERICA AT war poems

The White House
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March 16, 2007

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Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and CEO
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Michigan at Ann Arbor

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Dear Lillian

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Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am grateful for your efforts to honor our brave soldiers and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the most great force for freedom in world history.

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Best wishes.

Sincerely,

George W. Bush

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Inflexible HONOR

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Weakness invites moral situation, the war and Aggression

Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.

Anything we love can be destroyed and transformed

By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.

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When we look at something bad in the face

For the corruption of our morals, faith and determination.

God gives us the courage to defend the event € ™ s right

Whatever the sacrifice or danger involved.

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Evil seeks to destroy the good in humans

And the silence of memory Goda € ™ s Law.

Itâ € ™ is in place for the faithful to stay unyielding

Defending freedom and justice for all.

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Our men and women who serve in harma € ™ s way

Is armor that the free world depends.

Without their sacrifice of body and soul

Everything we stand for is gone.

GOD loves His soldiers

Sometimes itâ € ™ s hard to protect what is right

Sometimes weâ € ™ re despised as for other we are fighting.

Some of us are prepared independently of the loss

To validate our souls to save the cross.

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Evil prospers on greed and hatred of man

Always eager to destroy and defecate.

Goda € ™ s grace descends on the soul of man

The cleaning of impure where he can.

As long as man has struggled on earth

Life has its problems from birth.

Goda € ™ s seed of goodness has delayed mana € ™ s disappearance

Thank Heaven for his heroes the strongest and the wise.

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The Lord loves his heroes of yesterday

Just how many, that he alone could say.

God loves his soldiers who line up to serve

By standing against evil His grace they deserve.

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Never Be Afraid AMERICA be Proud

America, abundance, where I was born
I will cherish until the day I die.
When the bones of past heroes lie buried soil
Who loved the same as I.

Its mountains are so high they reach the sky
With prairies where the green grass grow.
There are billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with we have the chance
Like drops of rain or snow crystallized;
Changes in rivers and lakes freshwater
While winds of our favorite seasons.

It is the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With Harvest farms and factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories high
Concrete structures glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a gift from France
Describes how, inside, we feel.

This flag on the moon with red and white striped
Prove America about € ™ s dreams.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, present and few.

Weâ € ™ ll defeat terrorism must be fought as
Never leave Satana € ™ s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
Like our forefathers sacrificed before.

Do not be afraid to be proud of America
And in March, the brave, faithful and just.

Refusing to submit to the wishes our enemies

Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

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In the teeth of the DOG

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Throughout the history of man is born to fight

Surviving nature, disease, greed, and war.

Since its inception, it has remained the same

Choosing to serve evil or good as before.

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Our boys and girls with the dog's teeth

In various hot spots of our land.

They left their families and what they like

To protect and preserve that freedom is worth.

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The enemies they face are the mad dogs of man

With desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.

They sing and dance to the death of others

Teaching principles of hate till grave.

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Support our troops fighting the horde

While we live the life of the safe return home.

When you see a soldier show them your smile

Saying â € œhello we love you and you do alone.â €

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Dogs rabid HUMAN

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Where dwell the mad dogs of man

There is corruption, plunder and hatred.

In each town or village

Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.

All are born as an innocent child

To mislead by others along the way.

God has always loved his children

Although it has broken heart when they stray.

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The mad dogs of man never repent

Because they have no sense shame or sadness.

Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life

Abusing victims as if there was no tomorrow.

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God gives the will to sin no more

And to overcome evil does not stop.

The mad dogs of man must arrested

Who murder, rape and destroy world peace.

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Samson, Solomon, and David

Were chosen by God to stand.

They face great obstacles and fear of death

Refusing to ignore their call.

The time has come for men of good land

To unite to stop the horde.

a firm stand against tyranny where it is

Putting the mad dogs of man to the sword.

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Where wars are won or lost

The wars are fought by ancient men
In the halls of battle in the country outside.
Who call for greater firepower
And the troops for the battle map.

Although among the shattered flesh
The dreams of all have turned gray.
So young and determined their faces were
Till the battlefield they lay.

Unable to overcome their pride
Politicians cast their vote.
For this or that or something else
As the rage of war sounds its note.

Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like Toys.
Throughout history it remains the same
Most of those who die are hardly more than boys.

Like monkeys in a bearing cage
quarrels Man for peanuts of power.
When will we rise above our greed
And become like a beautiful flower?

Death to death, dust to dust
The wrath of war is a horrible crime.
Itâ € ™ is the beast within that still prevails
As was the turmoil of the time.

WAR is the greatest scourge in MAN

As the war is carried it supports
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can not amend the soil
Who feeds the roots of their souls.

Many things will change forever
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man
Religion, State, and reason.
All scourge is more preferred
Whoever disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all those who die are a token
From the rage that must run course it is
Before words of peace are spoken.

I hate war, but not men, flags nor race
But the war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
Then we are not able to accommodate those who weep.

What distinguishes war is not death
But that man is killed by his neighbor.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With the murderous hand of his enemy.

War tends to punish punishment
Thus, losers will not suffer alone.
The essence of war is that violence
Until the survivors come marching home.

It is sometimes difficult to defend what is right
Sometimes we are forced to stand and fight.
Sometimes we survive, while others must die
Sometimes never knowing why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting the other wild game as
Without a shortage of those responsible.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or fast
Sometimes, the cost of the two sides sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To help stop the savage from being means.

War is hell, we visit before death
Fueled by the whisper of the breath of the devil.
There must be a man destroys human reason
But why this is so, I do not understand.

September 11

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After suffering the wrath of a pre-attack
America now mourns to her heart.
Although from his enemies are all but flee
From the sound of America in war.

Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all
The devil has decided to give us a call.
We lost hella € ™ s soldiers and drive
And if we die, that is what freedom is about.

We get them wherever they may hide
Street by street, house by house, cave by cave.
They will be eradicated from the face of the earth
For the righteous, the loyal and brave.

Satana HORDE € ™ s must be removed

Exceeding the war and uncontrolled leaders
Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Survive by their falsehoods at play.

Bible believers preach, that the end is close
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
God remove all that is evil
For his fire of eruption and storm.

For Evil € ™ s victory, I do concede
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man will win.

What we accomplish is heaven € ™ s far
As patriots meet the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love to death
As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.

Son and Daughters of World War III

Our son and daughters are in danger
To defend our way life.
Some are students, some grandparents
More than one husband or wife.

They face great odds without complaint
Affect the life and limb for little pay.
So far away from everything they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

Plotters and planners of America's misfortune
We are committed to murder and maim all they can.
From infancy they are taught
To kill is to become a man.

They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Smashing with their own lives
To learn of their falsehoods too late.

The fearful cry we must submit
And find a way to calm them.
Where defenders worry if we are
The future is bleak for America.

has no time to fight each other
Or kiss the cheek of our enemies.
Throughout history, it remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.

May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil, the upper hand.
It is for us to stand firm
Defending the freedom of man.

Dear SO my heart

So dear to my heart are my loved ones back home
As I start and I turn in my bed alone.
Everyday I see death, hate, and corruption
The battle is God's proof of failure of man

For family, comrades, and I pray
For my love with this poem I wish to convey.
I knew I liked you ever how
Until war, I'm forced beyond your touch.

Where violence is growing, there is the smell of death
With the taste of fear on every breath.
Who prevails, which must die
As the sadistic killing in God's heaven.

Baghdad has become man's highway hell
When the heart of darkness are alive and well.
I count each day until it is time to go home
And being with my love and never alone.

Love You
Your Navy

FREEDOM

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In their new uniforms
Youth March
Not knowing who is back.
With a proud devotion
They brandish their flag
Leaving close to wonder and yearn.

May we all be buried
For all our children
Is this an ancient prayer tribe.
They are so easy to lose
But so hard to forget
Such a burden for a parent to bear.

Oh, the taste of victory
Will soon forgotten
But what was never lost.
For those rows of white headstones
In peaceful green fields
Make it easy to count the cost.

America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruel war
And we who remain
Must help keep her free
For those who can no more March!

Our flag

Our flag is the fabric woven Wire
Buoyed by the heroes, alive or dead.
She stands for justice and courage too
With colors, red, white and blue.

For everyone's service, there will be cheers
For all those who die, there will be tears.
For anyone who loves life is swell
For those who harm to it, war is hell.

How many mothers have cried before
As they sent their children to war.
How many fathers are not returned
Because our freedom must be earned.

Wars have been conducted where brave men died
As patriots fought side by side.
Our flag is still the pearl of the earth
Because of those who prove their value.

Love the country

I dedicate this poem to the inside of my tent
As the desert winds keep it's silhouette bent everything.
My love of country is in turmoil now
I want to describe it, but it is difficult to know how.

Tomorrow I'll hunt those who love our death
Cursed by their hatred and foulness of breath.
I do not care if it's another God they serve
Punishment for their crime is what they deserve.

Their horde survives by a different set of rules,
Although they soon find the fate of murderous fools.
Proudly I serve my country and the President
Who I've sworn to defend one hundred percent.

Although haunted by visions of what I do
I am fighting for justice, and red, white and blue.

Veteran's Day

The cost of freedom is sometimes high
Extremely more when our beloved dead.
Men and women are committed to combating and serve
And they deserve our support.

Humanity itself is the only one to blame
It all Throughout history, the story the same thing.
Peace, like love, can be difficult to acquire
Always subject of enemy fire.

Some how the righteous tend to prevail
During the miss-guided, exposed to failure.
No wonder we fear that the languages that are
As mankind squabbles beneath the sky of God.

The danger our soldiers face is real
So lets them know how we feel.
Put forth your flag and show them your heart
As those we love leave us.

Battle for Baghdad,

Determined though scared, I walked my beat
In the streets of Baghdad fatal.
Search any parcel that is our evil
Or by our death are joyous and happy.

Standing in shadows caused by the moon
I remember my nights home.
I wonder if the woman I love
Increasingly tired to sleep alone?

I have remorse for all who live here
For this place is a madman hell.
And those who want to maintain the status quo
Must be killed or locked up in prison.

My greatest fear is not my death
But I'll end up in a wheelchair.
Disabled for the rest of my life
According to others for my care.

My wife pray for my safe return
Like night and day more GI's are killed.
She knows very well, whatever it takes
The oath that I have given will be fulfilled.

SADDAM

The king of Baghdad has fallen
Not dictating again.
The man should be condemned for this crime
And heaven him avoid sin.

For his tyranny, he was famous
In every capital of the world.
Until apprehended in his spider hole
Completely stripped of his value.

He is guilty of rape and genocide
While he ruled without remorse.
Its power and prestige were toppled
Once George Bush set his course.

Although it may seem that the wicked triumph they
And have conquered by their brutality of hand,
With the power of faith they are defeated
For the seed of goodness in man.

HARD FOE

America is the birthday cake of earth
Like ants March each direction.
Thank you to God for all those who have sworn to defend its
Serve with love, honor, pride and affection.

Since the first day George Washington marched to war
There have been those who wanted us dead.
Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed
Has been rejected by our brave and wise.

Once again, we face a formidable foe
Who are bound by their God to destroy us all
Abusing their faith as a reason for kill
As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

Some say we should try to appease
For if we resist, they hate us even more.
But David is among us cast our stones
overcome, as has been done before.

SHOULD START ME tomorrow without

If tomorrow start without me
Remember I love you.
Watching from above
Seeing everything you.

If I become an accident
I pray for you love again
What makes you happy forever
I consider my friend.

If tomorrow start without me
Remind our boys, God loves all those interested.
And when life seems too hard and cruel
With "Him" they must share their prayer.

I proved that I am not a coward
Who breaks and runs to survive.
Always fearing death kiss me
As the streets of Baghdad I drive.

If tomorrow start without me
Be proud I choose to serve.
Our faith and our patriotism
Win the freedom we deserve.

I miss home more than ever
It breaks my heart to stay away
I can not help but want to keep you
And whisper what I say.

American Soldier

Our soldiers line remember
Like the best of the best at their jobs.
They want to be necessary and depends
To save all we love the crowd.

They risk their life and limb for freedom
a firm stand against evil does not break.
To be something more than themselves
They are willing to sacrifice whatever it takes.

Thank Heaven for HEROES

God thank you for the heroes of life
About us to overcome those who are not.
The wise are grateful for all the blessings God
Where fools never know what they have.

America is the grain train land
those whose exercise rule by their vote.
All have a chance to participate and prosper
As they arrived on foot, by plane or boat.

Our freedom is based on the law of the land
Our future depends on our grain.
Our past has known both good and bad
And our mistakes we are willing to admit.

The grim of heart hate America
And choose to put his wonders to shame
The devotion of love and most of those who living here
Get up to defeat the soldiers of blame.

THE LONELINESS OF WAR

I know that I am still here so far, far away
As I fight for what I believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mom
Every moment of every day and night.

The loneliness of war can drive you crazy
If you do not get letters of interest from home.
Left, right, back and front
Death awaits lovers leaving him alone.

We pray to God that we shall be saved
To return home or live here after.
Bloody men covered with dust, we see every day
As we yearn for moments of laughter.

The faraway look of a comrade fallen in battle
Whether you stay with him until his end.
No mother ever carried her infant
Closer, we'll make a friend.

Many have their own diaries
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh
Always makes home seem far away and better.

I became an expert at dodging, weaving and diving
So, try not to worry too me.
Just help your mother and to the top of the earth
And while I'm gone all you can be.

De processing and an offensive SACRIFICE

The Japanese had not lost a war since 1598
Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition
(Twice as an infantryman U.S.)
With five days rations and fearless determination.

The men in uniform poorly wrapped Brown
From their earliest childhood had taught
It is to die for the emperor and country
Was the greatest of all glories to be requested.

In addition, the material support they have been great
As sharpshooters they were accurate up to a thousand meters and more.
Their ships were faster, more weapons, torpedoes Their best
And their planes matchless in quality, aerobatics and score.

war by the sacrifice, transformation, and unrestricted
America was able to overcome and win.
Again America must stand firm to survive
Because we face a new monster from hell.

VIETNAM

PRIVATE OF THE RAIN

I am just a soldier who stands in the rain
My memories of home are what keep me sane.
Home is a land of milk and honey
Ruled by lust and love of money.

But what can I say, when I serve her real
Because I volunteered to see this war through.
Now I'm here, it is difficult to believe
We're just victims of those who cheat.

As night falls on the rice fields of Viet
Fear of men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It is thousands of miles to the steps of my church
With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.

In the distance I see a lamp arc
The bombs dropped on the children at night.
I saw that the evil they call the yellow rain
And how life withers when it is sprayed by a plane.

All my friends have been abducted
No touch football will they ever play.
Zipped in their body bags for the long journey home
There of the bravest, I've never known.

War is hell, devised by man
There is death in the sea, heaven and earth.
Lord, I can not help but want to be home
Back with my love, I hope, is alone?

DADS AT WAR

Where would I be without you daddy
My hero of the day and night
So glad you love my mother
And take time for us every day.

The last time we played baseball
You reached for me with his hand.
I've watched, then made a vow
What I was barely half the man.

I love my father of this earth
And I love my father in heaven.
That's a lot of love for me, you know
Because I'm only eleven.

Mom and I miss you
Since you left to defend the flag.
When others are wondering where is your father
I can not help but boast.

Bullets and barbed wire

We awoke at the crack of gunfire
With mortar shells hit the ground nearby.
The shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags
Who has saved many of us who did not die.

The hot shell casings spent fell to the ground
As the VC charged our fortified hill.
We have killed so the stench will make you sick
While we fought to live, not thrills.

Barbed wire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll
red tracers illuminated the sky and green.
Before long, I was the last GI left
When napalm caused my enemy to fry.

Fleeing the noise our choppers gunfire
The enemy retreated to the caves and trees.
Then I cried, "thank you" to heaven above
As I checked my buddies on my knees.

I managed to survive the day
While many I served with a name I read
Carved in the shinny black stone wall
Are my comrades of war, among the dead.

KOREA 1,950

UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat
Behind sandbags protected by rings of barbed wire.
Much the GI's killed as they held the attacks
With 810,000 Communist troops.

Our guys used phosphorus, flame-throwers and napalm
Because without these weapons, they would not survive.
The costs led by the Communist bugles
Until the UN could begin offensive drive.

On the battlefield of death and misery
Many have frozen their hands still attached to their arms.
Then constrained than others with their boots wrapped in rags
Boys Town, farmers, students, fathers and son.

With one million and half dead or wounded
Both parties have burnt a truce before generals involved.
July 27, 1953
And if thousands were orphaned, nothing was resolved.

THE SECOND WORLD WAR

WAR

As the war is fought it takes charge
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can change ground
Who feeds the roots of their soul.

Many things will change forever
Much more so wanted to be.
As the wrath of the War begins to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man
Religion, State, and reason.
Any scourge is more preferred
That which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all those who die are a token
The rage that must run his course
Before words of peace are spoken.

TROOPS SHIP

Our boat had set off before dawn
Surrounded by the thickest fog
Still ignorant of our destination
Or what was written in the journal of Captain.

It did not take long for me to see
Our cruise is not for fun
An experience of a lifetime
With nowhere for us to run.

Twenty knots per hour we crossed
As caps White passed us by
Ten thousand young Americans
En route to Europe to die.

A sailor told us not to worry
One day, we'd get our mail.
Uncle Sam would ensure
No matter how we navigate.

Thirty feet deep, I tried sleep
Beneath our ship's waterline
Just the place for claustrophobia
To enter my mind.

My jacket was my favorite West Apr
I wore all the time
Just in case of German submarines
Or an underwater mine.

Thirty three days we were at sea
We have twice crossed the equator.
Many years have passed since
Those years of sacrifice.

BRAVERY

Many brave men lived before now
Mourned and unknown by their face.
Lost somewhere distant in the night
Until a poet describes their grace.

True courage is displayed by making
Without witness, what one might be
Able to face the world
Without part or all to see.

How great the brave who rest in peace
All blessings from heaven earth.
They gave our country but their best
Those destined to be brave from birth.

PEARL HARBOR

Sunday, December the Seventh
In the year 1941,
While most of Hawaii still slept
Sunny Came plans Levant.

Waves of bombers and fighters flew
From the deck of Japanese ships.
While our planes were still on the ground
"Banzai" spoke of their lips.

The winds of war blew
Across the oceans of our earth
Although not up Pearl had been bombed
Do we realize what freedom is.

Wars are fought and won on two fronts
Home and the line of battle.
Both are equally important
When war consumes our heart and mind.

The attack gave us the Second World war
With death, pain and separation.
All those who had served were well aware
Their sacrifice for the nation.

CONFLICT

The harder the conflict we sometimes face
The most glorious is the victory.
Tyranny as hell is hard to overcome
When he puts his head through the story.

War never leaves a country as it was
When neutrality is a word ignored.
As the murderous hands of the man himself
Are to blame for all who have left.

D – Wall came down

Over two hundred guards scale "The Wall"
Cliff stone about a hundred feet high.
Some of them came all the way up
While others fell and perished from their fall.

Those who climbed over, had answered God's call
For men to stop evil once and for all.
They fought the Germans and destroyed their weapons
To save the lives of our fathers and son.

So many years have passed since
When the Future our world was saved by brave men.
We can not forget the hell they have lived
Before the sky again became blue.

D-DAY

D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
So the shadow to the end of the dream of Hitler.
Landing the biggest fight ever joint
Although the blood on both sides flowed like a stream.

When their boats hit the sand, ramps down
And all within paid a visit to hell.
They jumped out to do good for their country
And to kill the enemy without fault.

They fought the Germans, tides, winds and waves
Conditions difficult to predict.
At night, the battle was in our favor
With bravery, courage, death, and men shouting.

The corpses littered the beach five miles
While heroism had prevailed.
With literally thousands of dead or wounded
Those who remained were determined to stay.

They face great obstacles and chose not to protest
And won the war that put evil to shame.
Most came home, married and has large babies
But those who could not remember with pain.

MIDWAY

It was June 1942 the fourth
As I was floating in the ocean alone
The ship I sailed on, sank to the bottom
And I thought I would never again see home.

The Japanese fleet had steamed east
With the intentions of capturing Midway.
Although they were arrested by U.S. warships
firing artillery, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day.

All night, I watched the fireworks of war
And the second day we turned the heat.
Basically bombers dropped Hawaii their charges
The Japanese ships who soon chose to retire.

An imperial pilot came floating close
Who had been chewed by the beasts of the sea
I could not help but feel passion for this man
Who had responded to his call, just like me.

When it was over, I was torn from the depths
For men in a lifeboat just after dawn.
For two days, I saw the battle, Midway
Now it is quiet and the enemy has disappeared.

SURVIVAL

I drifted all night and lose my hope
Before the light of the moon, I saw the land.
I floated over and through its coral beach
Where I quickly smoothed out my tracks in the sand.

All I had was my dagger and a canteen
And it's May 4, 1943.
Just me alone on an island enemy
Was it not a safe place for a sailor to be.

I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat
If this is the right thing for me to survive.
I have said many times Thank you very much
"God" is the reason I lived.

Judgement in the dark, I herd two men voices
Laughing and talking in a language that is not mine.
Inch by inch I crept to their campsite
When, what they ate, I would soon dinner.

I stabbed them both and took the fish, rice and wine
Then ran my back on the raft at the beach.
Soon I was floating in the ocean again
And far enough where the bullets could not reach.

The next day I was picked up by a seaplane
crew with spotted my sail air.
Once inside and safe, I cried like a child
For the dead who would always here.

It was hard to believe heaven let me live
A farm boy from Kansas, high school last year.
My girlfriend is blond and she hates, I 'm gone
Although I am a veteran of the battle, death and fear.

OKINAWA

Okinawa was our last stop
Before we invaded Japan.
The largest landing of the Pacific War
As our Soldiers ran on the sand.

At first, our seamen were scarcely opposed
But the fifth day hell they found.
A solid wall of human resistance
Firing their weapons from caves in the ground.

Air power and big guns had little effect
On their cliff forts carved into the limestone.
It took man against man to root them out
As flying bullets pierced flesh.

Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes
Top of transport and warships.
As the Imperial Air Force struck our fleet
Cries of fear and hate spewed from the mouth.

One hundred ten thousand Japanese
By the end of the battle were killed.
Over twelve thousand Americans died,
Before, all our flag flew over the field.

BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC

After the fall of France in 1940
The Germans soon began their own blockade
With most of their efforts in the Atlantic
In the hope of reducing the flow of the Great Britain of the trade war.

With fast surface ships, as Bismarck
Merchant ships caught at sea, had little luck.
The small German navy sank a ship after ship
Until the British Navy destroyed war romance.

Shipping losses of German submarines have increased
And the Battle of the Atlantic seemed lost.
But soon, America goes to war
To defeat the enemies of freedom at any cost.

Multitudes would die and their families mourn
Before the Second World War was fought to its end.
What a waste of humanity, which had lost its soul
Although now, our enemy is our friend.

SEPARATION

The fact, that describe my love
I speak from within my heart.
Can we still remember how we feel
Although the conflict we are forced to separate.

Nobody can say how long they will last
For life is not eternal.
Yet most hope to be blessed by love
For he who does our casting.

As the fear of battle bites my flesh
My thoughts of home help keep me sane.
There is no guarantee that I will survive
But anyway, I will serve without shame.

If the cold hands of death reach for me
I pray for my soul will awake from his sleep.
For the voice of God assuring me
It is the spirit of my, he chose to keep.

So try and remember while I'm gone
That's the person I need most is you.
I will fight like hell to keep alive
To return to the House of Love I knew.

POW

When you become a prisoner of war
You find that you have you lost your freedom and
The guy with the gun tells you what to do
As you long for you had prior to release.

Your will to survive helps stay alive
Though sometimes you wish you were dead.
Tortures far beyond any normal mind
And there is no security, even in your bed.

Bullets teeth, barbed wire, searchlights and sharp
Keep yourself in a place that you do not want to be.
The food is completely horrible and sometimes it moves
And you have no choice of what you hear or see.

The lucky are released and return home
Although In their dreams their fate is uncertain.
War may be hell, but confinement is worse
Because after you're never as you.

GENERAL QUARTERS

quarts general headquarters
All hands man your post Combat!
Sunday morning, December 7
As the war against our nation.

We quickly found that this was not an exercise
But instead it was war for real.
As you watch the death of friends and companions
It's more anger than fear you feel.

Japanese warplanes flew at low
As I made my goal to firearms.
On the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl
Damaged, but the crew still eager to fight.

I saw the face of a driver who has crushed
Surrounded by black smoke and fire.
Some of my bullets had found their mark.
To his death was, but my desire!

Two thousand, 323 killed
In a battle less than two hours.
With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone
Japan dropped their powers Naval.

The bombing and strafing of ships and troops
The cause of our Congress to declare war.
When more than one man gave his life
Fighting for flag, country and more.

KENNEDY = The War Years
PT-109

After the attack on Pearl Harbor
He requested sea duty in the war.
When John F. Lieutenant Kennedy
Is known for his bravery and more.

In dark hours before dawn
August 2, 43.
Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat
Through the darkness of the night at sea

PT 109, was on patrol in the Solomon
With a crew of 12 men in a boat made of plywood.
A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night
Repression and cutting Kennedy's boat in half.

Two members of the crew simply disappeared
A third was badly burned.
Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck
When in pain his leadership he earned.

Some his men had never learned to swim
As he met on the rocky arch.
The hours passed, which seemed to say it would sink
They therefore carried out an island and here's how.

He ordered those who could swim
The others were clinging to a beam.
Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor
And they tread through the flow of the ocean.

With his teeth clenched on the straps jacket man burned
Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles.
5 hours later, they all have
Despite their difficulties, sharks and tests.

The next problem is how to help gather
Without arousing the enemy all around.
After several attempts swimming to other islands
Finally, two natives in a canoe were found.

Kennedy scratch a note on a coconut
To be delivered to a base 38 miles.
The message was made and they were saved
And their courage still lives today.

WWI

FLY-BOYS

The First World War gave us the fly boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return to war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Each pilot has his own gun
Wearing leathers, scarf glasses and glass.

Aviators had parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump Death
Or alter the car from a bullet in his brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The noise of their engines gave reason to be afraid.
They flew so high they were hard to kill
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time have been used
As the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The sky became Highway human death
With duty and honor their desire to drive.

How many Fly-boy have we lost since
These days the Great War and more?
Where do we see these good chance
Rising from the remains in the battles of the war?

The Civil War

In 1860, life was good
Until its simplicity stopped one day.
The North wanted to save the Union
While the South chose to break.

America has been torn
As six hundred thousand deaths.
Throughout the four years total war
Women without husbands cried.

The sad fact of the Civil War
Is he remained to the end.
Too often men of evil deeds
Destroyed both enemy and friend.

The problem is, once it has begun
It is no peace or compromise.
Total victory must be proclaimed
Before leaving rage eyes of men.

Destroy anything that contributes to the enemy
Was the cry of one side.
All for victory
As the dead horse does not wrinkle.

Black men dressed in old Uniform
Become the Union reserve.
They have fought and died for freedom
And they won their rights and deserve.

Lifestyles would forever change
For those who survived the war.
He ended as it began
With sadness, poverty and more.

Both parties have requested the same God
And said the words of the Bible.
The prayers of both has not been responded
For all involved were liable.

Kansas FRONTIER

Coronado, in his quest to find gold for Spain
Was the first European Green Plan of Kansas.
Explorers and traders were from France.
They saw the buffalo and Indian dancing.

At the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark
Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark.
Many Indians, driven from the East
Relocated to Kansas, where the buffalo feast.

Thus, many a cowboy decided to stay
It was not very long, and most Indians were forced to leave.
When Missouri joined the Union, the slave states equaled the free.
Which way would Kansas vote, Congress was eager to see?

The Heart-Landers were bleeding, their cities were on fire
As U.S. slave raiders tried to force their wishes.
The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob
In contrast came John Brown, who would kill and steal.

Kansas joined the Union as the Civil War began.
After four long years of tragedy, many women have lost their rights.
Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed across the state.
Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate.

Those days have long border disappeared, though the sunflower is still here
My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo with the deer.

BLACK POWDER BRIDGE

A rider hands his papers to mail me
They are instructions from Robert E. Lee.
They tell me the time has come
To stop the movement troops on the Rock Island line.

I gather my men and they load the boats
We powder our pistols and darken our coats.
Traveling the currents, the sun disappears from our view
As brave men with a goal met in battle.

We capture a bridge before the moonrise
The Yankees, who are here soon feed the flies.
The evil of war feeds on my brain
As I light the fuse to destroy a train.

Above us a trestle of timber and tar
As we pull our oars for a sandbar willows.
From the banks of the river shows the approach we
There's shadows of soldiers in the windows of a coach.

With an explosion of bright yellow and a roar in my ears
I hear them scream like that they fall into fear.
The river is boiling in steam, steel rods and
Home their families shall soon sing funeral hymns.

The only survivor was only a red stallion stud
I lassoed his neck, and has freed from the mud.
As I ride in his saddle beneath the stars that shine
I pray for forgiveness and peace of mind.

War is a lesson we re eager to learn
When man has that fever to murder and burn.
Lord, please Forgive me what I did
To all those I have been silenced some son of the mother.

FEVER THE FEAR

Barrels full of hot metal from the earth.
Soldiers are looting and burning our town.
The fever of fear rushes in my veins
As too many Bluecoats jump from troop trains.

The smoke is blowing around hot guns
Given that four thousand muskets volley their sound.
All my friends have stopped a lead ball
Most of the shouting, then stumble and fall.

Even young boy who wore our flag
Now he is dead as he clings to that rag.
The cars at the track injured blood on the ground
Death and destruction are easy to find.

Generals are crying because they do not support the defeat
But still the soldier who dies on its feet.
Horse hooves are pounding on a bridge made of planks
As the sun reflects off the blades of their swords.

Quickly I hide in the roots of a tree
Where the dirt has eroded and there is just the place for me.
At night I slip with the blanket of fog
Then down the river, I cling to a newspaper.

Songs of victory, echoing in the night
While the cold, muddy water, I see their Firelight.
It reminds me of my old country church
When the preacher spoke of the Word of God his holy perch.

This seed of all conflict began in a cave
When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave.

THUNDER IN THE GROUND

Cannons are bellowing from a ridge far
The battle lines are form and there is little time to pray.
musket balls are pelting like hailstones from the sky
I am so full of fear because I do not want to die.

Beyond this hill is a terrifying noise
This is the music of trumpets and there's thunder in the ground.
The fast riders riding have all established their swords.
They are shouting and screaming that they charge up the gorge.

It is difficult to imagine how to do it through
As they hacking and shooting at the boys dressed in blue.
Then come the men who lead soldiers on their feet
Whenever I drop, my heart skips a beat.

There's a storm on the ground made of death, dust and smoke
My throat is so dry, I can not help choke.
The fury of the battle is bound to settle
When most of the dead fighters lay on the ground.

At nightfall, stretcher-bearers are afraid to search around
Boars eat the wounded and I can not stand the sound.
Come dawn, we dig trenches for all the brave men and lifeless
Then quote words from our Bible praying heaven lets them in.

BONDAGE

When you chain the neck of a slave
The other end is fixed on you.
Your heart and soul to be corrupted
And all that is evil you do.

No government shall exist for long
Who are the people are not really free.
Although around the world, there are those
Who are blind to how life should be.

Everyone must enslave others
Dwell in their own hell
After death, they will join their master
In this place of heaven, he fell.

But until then we will fight and resist
Making them out of their chains.
And those of us who may die first
The sky is awake and pray

Brother against brother

During become agents
The young people of West Point bonded like brothers.
Till roomers of war Civil transformed friend to foe
As many cadets chose to serve others.

Fifty-five of sixty major battles fought
Were led by graduates of the long gray line.
Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another
To kill and loot the virtues of the time.

More than six hundred thousand soldiers were consumed
Not to mention the multitudes of people.
Cities, farms and countryside were devastated
Before our Union was restored to a nation.

THE LITTLEST SOLDIER

Nine Johnny Clem who stood just four feet high
Ran away from Ohio to answer the call of his country.
He joined with the Union and became a drummer boy
Not enough time to prove the weapon he carried was more than a toy.

Armed with a gun sawed, cut to just fit
He shot a Rebel horseman who tried to do it in.
Awarded his stripes and silver
His comrades offered him hot coffee from their kettle.

Northern newspapers, a pleasure to publish his story
Tell the child of nine years, gaining the glory of his country.

THE BATTLE

The moon is sky high
And perfectly round
As highlighted beauty
In contested terrain.

Life is a journey
When the channel is clear.
After it is stopped
To life, and it You.

Tomorrow's carnage
We will survive if we can.
Deaths or dismemberment
By the hand of man.

Some stumble
With the absence of breath.
While other costs
In the face of death.

We race to the battle
And pray for the best
Hoping somehow
We pass test from God.

Bugles

Their red and blue flag bits and pieces, stood
Cons their dust covered uniforms of gray.
Savagely we fought to kill our enemy
As the battle raged in the heat of the day

Volley after volley we put forth our fire
With thousands of bullets have been snapping flesh and bone.
Blistering sweat rolled down their faces
Like the tunes of war by bugles were blown.

There was clattering chopsticks drums
As each new minieball was loaded and fired.
Some shot aimlessly through the smoke
Then others aim at the worn and tired.

Bullets were popping like the Fourth of July
Yet our enemy Strong growth maintained.
Suddenly, they broke and fled in groups
Distribution as for the forest they fled.

Back the protection of a stacked stone wall
The acclaimed winner, or just sitting with
At all the bodies of friend and foe
Then for the wounded the surgeons were caring.

Soon the war was over and I survived
Despite its brutality on trampled ground.
From boy to man I was transformed
Although still in the night, I hear sound.

LEAF ON THE WATER

America's East Coast was settled by the British
As Indians rule began to recede.
After many battles, they lost their land
Give the white man's power and greed.

In the years to come as a leaf on the water
The Indians were swept by the white man.
As trappers and pioneers pushing west
death and disease is grounded.

With the white settlements came the fur trade
Followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and shape tools.
None that helped the Indians to survive
Who chose to wage war and break the rules the white man.

Many treaties were made, just to be broken
For those who are hungry for land, wood, fur and gold.
Prospectors arrived to plunder the land
And for farmers, the Indians said.

The battle rages, the prairies of West
Of mountains and across the desert sands.
Indians proved formidable enemy
As both sides fought and far hand to hand.

Lieutenant Colonel Custer, led his cavalry
In search of fame and tribal disgrace.
But instead he and his men were massacred
By hostile Indians with paint on their faces.

Around the campfires of Rosebud and Pine Ridge
Song warriors danced until the death of Sitting Bull.
Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee
Where many sad Indian derive their last breath.

With their fighting spirit completely broken
And their ancient tribal customs disappeared forever.
Proud Indians been transferred to reserves
When their story once in a great life song.

Hinge HISTORY

The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the events of the past are written.
Out of all occurred since the beginning of man
Less has been recorded to be waiting to found.

Babylonians into the chronicles of history
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story.
Greeks had no confidence in the future all
Considering Mans repeated errors doom his glory.

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Christian added another dimension to the story
Pending the return of Christ on earth.
A drama involving human being and God
Believing all are created equal value.

Some have asked why we should study history
He simply encouraged to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat mistakes
As the outcome of humanity is cast.

THE ALAMO

The leaves of the poplar stood motionless
Outside the walls of Santa Anna's horde closed in.
A small group of Texans watched and waited
Concerned by combat and how life would end.

The battle raged from building to building
Until the chapel of the old mission was the last to fall.
Over 180 Texans died fighting to the man
Never to yield, surrender or crawl.

Six weeks later Sam Houston rallied his forces
With "Remember the Alamo" as a war cry.
Attacking and defeating Santa Anna's army
For the independence of Texas or die.

The Spanish word for "cottonwood" is "Alamo"
The time the popular name for the mission.
Today, the chapel walls with big old stands still
Preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition.

GENERAL WASHINGTON

Once in command, he boxed in the British
In Boston, where he won Dorchester Heights
Overlooking the British to his thank you
While his men aim their gun sites.

The British commander had but one choice
To navigate New York to renew the fight.
If the English had much more strength
Who soon chased the men in Washington in mid-flight.

They continued Pennsylvania on
Having crossed the Hudson in retreat
With British forces in the pursuit
It seemed that George was sentenced defeat.

When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware.
On this Christmas night he captured Trenton
Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.

He whipped the British at Princeton
Where in victory his men began to sing.
Washington then wintered at Morristown
Training his troops for battle in the spring.

Washington fought bravely Brandywine
And again at a place called Germantown
But the British were the victors
Like the dead of both sides covered the ground

Americans were blessed early as spring
When the French entered the war on their side.
Well that most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge
With the help of the French they marched in stride.

The fighting raged on, in North and South
As the king's soldiers ravaged the earth.
Washington himself was in great despair
Pleading for help his weakened command.

Her prayers were answered by 5,000 troops
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown
Who returned to victory drums at play.

Yorktown was really the end of the war
Though not many quite realized that done yet.
But the British soon grew tired of the fight
And conditions of its end were signed and implemented.

Washington aspired to retire at home
But his country chose him first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of the love and support
Because they believed that "he," by God, has been sent.

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