We see you battle in a place of
violent, whipping sands.
We watch in horror, but with pride,
as you traverse foreign lands.


We fix ourselves upon you,
whether family, friend or not.
We are proud of you, dear soldiers,
and you are within our hearts.


We hold back tears of worry,
and we hold our breath for you.
We are astounded at your strength,
heroic through and through.

We see how precious you are,
and when any of you falls,
We cry a storm of tears,
as you've answered to the call.


We realize your nightmare, but
cannot feel your pain.
We keep you in our prayers,
day and night, you will remain.


No matter where you are,
or whatever you withstand-
Just know, our dear soldiers-
You're the Freedom of the land.

Beautiful Poetry © Ellen M.DuBois