A PATRIOTIC SOLDIER
A son says good-bye to his Dad,
In a short time he would be in Baghdad.
He had waited until he was a little older,
Because he always wanted to be a soldier.
He believed in Freedom of Religion,
Faith would carry him throughout his mission.
He was an American through and through,
Respected his country and the Red, White and Blue.
There in the mud he sat,
His first day of combat.
He found later, that we had made great progress,
In the beginning, it had been an unbelievable mess.
He heard of bad news from home,
Didn't like the tone.
He heard of the protesters,
Knew of potential disasters.
He also heard people referred to them as 'kids',
And he and his fellow soldiers flipped their lids.
He pointed his finger at them,
Reminding them that they were 'MEN'.
He said a lot of these critics,
Are just playing politics.
But, Iraq is fast becoming free,
But, it won't be very easy.
In Baghdad hangs our tattered American Flag,
Not far from it, is our muddy sleeping bag.
Middle East war will soon cease,
And Democracy will spread in the Middle East.
No matter what protesters say,
There are a lot of good things that make our day.
We are Patriots through and through,
Some day we will be proud to march in a parade with you.
