Across the miles
Across the miles thinking of you.
I am wondering and anticipating life.
Soul on fire, heart is anew.
Wanting to make you my wife.
Some things still need to be done.
Anxiously waiting for the day we become one.
The day I return home
On the road the desert is like a sea.
Sand all around me as far as I can see.
For miles and miles, driving is what I do.
Wonder and anticipation for places I’ll see that are new.
There and back again I do roam.
Anxiously awaiting the day I return home.
Hills of WV
Sailed the seas I have done.
Battles lost and battles won.
Sometimes scared, sometimes mad.
Sometimes happy and sometimes sad.
My travels have made me wise.
But the hills of WV are always a welcome site for my aching
eyes.
Love is what I’ll feel
| You’re heavy on my mind and I cannot sleep. Heavy are my thoughts, I just want to weep. Months at a time I must go away. One day in your arms I hope to stay. These are things I am called to do. I hope and pray you can stay true. Being away from you the months seem to creep by. Sometimes I ask myself “You do this, why?” Then this tours end becomes real. And when I get home and see your face Love is what I’ll feel |
Eve of Battle
I stand at the edge of the field on the eve of battle.
Fear running through my veins and muscles so hard my bones begin to rattle.
I have the confidence in knowing that when the horns of battle let loose their
roar.
It will be to unleash ME………THE DOG OF WAR
Living with it when it’s over
As eighteen year old kids we started to train.
In the snow, mud and
rain.
Then one day a country was invaded.
Most of the world stood by as if
sedated.
We eighteen year old kids were now grown and trained well.
Little
did we know we were headed straight to Hell.
We fought like the “DEVIL DOGS”
we were.
Expelled the Iraqi army in a blur.
Not all came back who went
over,
But the hardest part of war is living with it when it’s
over.
written by Darren Hardman 5-13-08
Line Haul
Driving truck in the military is a thankless job.
When the townsfolk see us
coming they gather in a mob.
Some yell at us and some cheer.
Some look at
us with awe and some with fear.
They used to use snipers and landmines to take you out.
Now they use IED’S and EFP’s that will kill you with no
doubt.
We bring the infantry ammo, bandages and food to eat.
Without us
they would surely know defeat.
They look down on us because we drive while
they kick, fight and maul.
But for them to do what they do they depend on us,
those who drive the line haul.
March of the Stampede
Through the mountains and across
the land.
When you see the dust cloud coming, do not try to impede.
For
nothing will stop the march of the stampede!
Baghdad
same.
.45
|
I’m so full of life and have so much love to give
I may be too far gone to accept love and may not recover enough to
live I’m the one who made it safe for you to lay in your bed
But I may be the one you find with a slug in the head
All I wish for is to feel alive
But I fear my life will end with the sound of a .45
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