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March of the Stampede

*Stampede is the call sign of unit I was in in Iraq.*
Over the hills and through the sand.
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!

D.Hardman 16Nov09

August 20, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Baghdad

On the road all day and through the night.
Dawn breaks and a city is bathed in light.
Bittersweet is the sight my eyes behold.
For they look upon a city that was beautiful in the days of old.
Now this city is scarred and war torn.
As I look I have to wonder….”What evil has been born?”
All the wasted beauty is a terrible shame.
Signs of new life begin to emerge, but I fear it will never be the
same.
What my eyes see makes my heart sad.
For it is now dead, the once beautiful city called Baghdad.

August 20, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

.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

August 20, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

A Greater Deed

Washing clothes at the laundry point in Iraq.
I can’t help but think of what
I’ll do when I get back.
Although i have a moment to sit and think.
All
this destruction and suffering brings you to the brink.
Seeing all this
Bullshit and being alone definitely turns you to stone.
I’m just sick of
being alone.
I miss my girl, my friends and family and I know they miss me
too.
But the constant mile after mile and being on edge takes alot from
you.
But listen to my words and take heed.
What we do is for a greater
deed.

D Hardman 25Nov09

July 16, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Red, White and Blue

I still hear and see things I want to forget.
If you ask me I’ll say “I have no regret.”
It is what I feel I must do.
So we can live free and proud under the Red, White and Blue.

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My pain is mine…

My pain is mine, your pain is yours.

Our pain affects us, and I know it’s not the same.

I’m knee deep in a bottle of Jack and you always wonder why I can’t tell you what eats me.

Probably because when you hear what I am capable of you’ll leave me.

I know the reality and I’ve seen it all.

Where will you be when I fall?

My pain is mine and your pain is yours.

Maybe one day we can close these doors……

July 3, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Boogeyman

We’re out before it’s time to leave.
We check our trucks, pray and take a moment to breathe.
We drive all day and through the night.
This legs’ end is nowhere in sight.
Equipment breaks and driver’s die.
All we can do is fix what we can and wonder why.
Lord we don’t know why you needed his life.
Just please provide comfort for his mom, dad and loving wife.
The day is sunny and bright.
But it’s when the night falls that you realize the boogeyman hunts at night.

D Hardman 22Nov09

June 16, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Man Like This

I know a man who’s heart is full of love.
On one hand his touch lays soft, like a dove.
This man is trained with a lot of skill.
So, on the other hand he’s equipped to kill.
No matter the challenge he trained to do his best.
But after all these years his skills he must lay to rest.
Some things he’s done may have been bad.
But his children can still look at him and call him DAD.
Dear friends has he, by his side.
Hopefully one day the demons in his dreams will subside.
A man like this will never let you see him bend.
So, if a man like this calls you friend and you can see his love, but he knows not what to do.
Look at him and say “It’s ok “D”, I love you too!

May 30, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

IF

If I were walking alone would you walk by my side?

If we were separated by a thousand miles would you meet me half way or just tell me not to bother?

If I were to cut all the pain out of me would there be enough of me left to live happy or would I just bleed to death?

If I called you friend would you be mine or just pretend?

 If I gave my last breath so you could have one more, what would you use it to say?
 If I died today would it impact your life or would you just forget about me tomorrow?
 If you looked in my eyes and saw that they were saying I love you what would you do about it?
 If I fell in love with you could you handle the intensity or would you just turn it against me?
 For a word that is comprised of only two letters it is a very powerful word.
 If you want to learn about yourself and others just ask……….IF.

May 29, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Has Death Won?

I live everyday trying to supress ghosts of days gone by
It hurts so bad, some days I pray to die
I want to live and love
But I fear those days are gone
The days of gentleness like a dove
I fear death may have won

May 29, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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