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| Dog tags hang over boots laced up,
A bayonet stabs the ground.
Kevlar perched on a 16 butt,
Fellow soldiers gather �round.
Warriors in their battle gear,
Weapons at their side.
Bow their heads as words are said,
To honor one who died.
An American hero gave his life
Defending liberty.
The price he paid was gladly done,
For country and family.
Those empty boots do not support
A body or a soul.
No more they'll run for cover or
Some loved one dear to hold.
As one by one, soldiers pass,
This tribute to their own.
Thoughts fly to their families
Across the ocean foam.
Now salute, as TAPS is played,
Blink tears out of your eyes.
The ache you feel inside your heart
Is freedom's painful price. | By Ken B. Harper
Copyright 2007
Listed June 19, 2007 |
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