darrenhardman

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Our Red, White and Blue

I hang you up every morning and take you down every night.

I have tattooed you on my arm and carried you through the fight.

Everytime your song is played I still weep.

I am comforted in knowing you will cover me when I’m finally laid down to sleep.

Some spit on you, protest you and burn you.

But there are many more who will stand and die for you.

To your enemies you project death, precision and fear,

But to your citizens you project hope and love and are held dear.

Although we are not perfect, we are true.

It’s because we love our Red, White and Blue.

May 28, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

The Day Is Mine

After a sleepless night filled with pain.
I wake up and sit on the edge of my bed.
For 30 minutes I try to suppress memories, demons and guilt all in vain.
I just make myself numb and fool my mind into believing they are dead.
I then stand up and look in the mirror.
With every breath another night gets nearer.
But for now I take a deep breath and gather all my strength to face another day.
No matter how bad my day is I am thankful to be here to meet my friends and watch my children play.
You invade me at night and that is fine,
But by God the day is MINE!

May 28, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment