Captain America Earrings
American Conservative Poet Tom Zart's 50 Poems in War
50 conservative poet Tom Zart
America, WAR POEMS
The White House
Washington
March 16, 2007
Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Michigan Ann Arbor
Dear Lillian:
Number 41 has CDs from Tom Zart. Thanks for thinking of me. I am grateful for their efforts to honor our brave military and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be commander in chief of the largest force for freedom in world history.
Best Wishes.
Sincerely,
George W. Bush
Unyielding Honor
Weakness invites moral suffering, war and aggression
Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
All that love can be destroyed and transformed
The powers of darkness maneuvering our way.
When something looks bad on our face
To corrupt our morals, faith and determination.
God gives us the courage to defend what is right
No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.
Evil seeks to destroy the good of man
And the silent memory of God's law.
It is for believers to stand firm
Defending liberty and justice for all.
Our men and women who serve in danger
It is the armor of what the free world depends.
Without the sacrifice of body and soul
Everything we advocate is gone.
God loves his soldiers
Sometimes it is difficult to protect what is right
Sometimes we are so despised by the other we fight.
Some of us are willing regardless of loss
To confirm our soul to save the cross.
Evil prospers on greed and human hate
Always eager to destroy and defecate.
The grace of God descends upon the soul of man
Cleansing the impure wherever he can.
While the man has struggled on earth
Life has had its problems since birth.
God's seed of goodness has delayed man's view
Thank heaven for his heroes strong and wise.
The Lord loves his heroes of yesterday
How numerous, only He could say.
God loves his soldiers who line up to serve
At the foot against evil His grace they deserve.
NEVER be afraid to be proud of America
America, abundant, birth place
I'll cherish till the day I die.
When the bones of past heroes buried in the soil
Who loved the same I.
Its mountains are so high they reach the sky
With prairies where the green grass grow.
There are billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that thrive below.
That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes for rivers and freshwater lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.
There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing in steel strips
With the harvest of farms and factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.
Some cities have buildings a hundred stories high
Concrete structures, steel and glass.
A statue in a harbor, a gift from France
Describes how, inside, we feel.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proof of America's dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, present and few.
We'll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan's horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and the system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and fair.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.
EM's teeth DOG
All through history man was born to fight
Surviving nature, disease, greed and war.
Since its inception, it has remained the same
Choosing to serve evil or good as before.
Our boys and girls face the dog's teeth
In hot spots all over our land.
They leave their families and all who love
To protect and preserve the freedom worth.
The enemies we face are the mad dogs of man
With a desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.
They sing and dance with the death of others
Teaching principles of hate till the grave.
Support our troops who fight the horde
As we live the good life back home.
When you see a soldier show them your smile
Say "Hello we love you and your not alone. "
THE MAD DOGS OF MAN
Where dwell the mad dogs man
There is corruption, plunder and hate.
In each city, town or village
Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.
We are all born as an innocent child
Till mislead by others along the way.
God has always loved his children
Although it breaks her heart when they depart.
The mad dogs of man never repent
Because they have no sense of shame or sadness.
Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life
Abusing victims as if no tomorrow.
God gives the will to sin no more
And to overcome evil unwilling to cease.
The mad dogs of man must be stopped
Who murder, rape and destroy world peace.
Samson, David and Solomon
Were chosen by God to be high.
They faced great odds and the fear of death
Refusing to ignore their call.
It is time for the good men of the earth
To come together to contain the horde.
Standing firm against tyranny where it exists
Putting the mad dogs of man to the sword.
Where wars are won or lost
Wars are waged by older men
In battle rooms in separate countries.
Requiring greater firepower
And the combat troops in the chart.
While the meat is torn between
The dreams all turned gray.
So Young and determined their faces
Even on the battlefield they lay.
Unable to overcome his pride
Politicians cast their vote.
For this or that or something else
As the rage of war sounds its note.
Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
Down through history remains the same
Most who die are not more than men.
As the monkeys on a treadmill
Man disputes for the peanuts of power.
When do we overcome our greed
And like a beautiful flower?
Death to death, dust to dust
Anger war is a horrible crime.
It is the beast within that still prevails
As he has through the torments of time.
WAR is the largest PRAGUE HUMAN
As war rages in charge
Spin and events outside our control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
That feeds the roots of his soul.
Many things will change forever
Much more then I wanted to be.
As the wrath of war starts destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is the greatest scourge of man
Religion, State and sanity.
Any scourge is preferred
Than the one which disables humanity.
When war breaks out, boundaries change
And everyone who dies is a symbol
The rage that must run it's course
Before words of peace are spoken.
I hate war, but not men, flags nor race
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
So we are not able to greet those who mourn.
What distinguishes war is not death
But that man is killed by a partner.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With his murderous hand of the enemy.
War tends to punish the punishers
Therefore, losers do not suffer alone.
The essence of war is violence, but
Until survivors come marching home.
Sometimes it is difficult to defend what is right
Sometimes we have to stand up and fight.
Sometimes survive, while others must die
Sometimes never knowing why.
The rush of combat is a natural buzz
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game
No shortages of the culprits.
Sometimes victory comes too slow or fast
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To help stop the savage from being so bad.
War is hell visit us before you die
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath.
There must be a reason man destroys man
But because it is so, I do not I can understand.
September 11
After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack
America now mourns his own essence.
Though soon her enemies, but they must flee
From the sound of America in war.
Let there be no doubt, without doubt at all
What the hell decided to give us a call.
We will defeat the soldiers of hell and drive them
And if you die, that's what freedom is concerned.
Will chase them wherever they may hide
Street by street, house by house-cave, the cave.
They will be eradicated from the earth
Even the righteous, the loyal and brave.
SATAN'S HORDE shall be removed
Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders
Our world becomes more dangerous every day.
dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Survive because they lied in the game.
Bible believers preach that the end is near
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
Eradication of God all that is evil
By His eruption of fire and storm.
For the victory of evil, will never admit
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man prevails.
What we realize is the extent of the sky
As patriots respond to the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love to death
As the soldiers of Satan under the sand.
Sons and Daughters of World War III
Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents
Many a husband or wife.
They face formidable obstacles without complaint
Game of life and limb for little pay.
Far away from all who love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.
The plotters and planners of the destruction of America
Pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From childhood, they are taught
To kill to become a man.
They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Destroying lives with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.
The terrible cry which must provide
And find a way to relieve them.
Always that the defenders worry if we're down
The future is bleak for America.
This is no time to fight another
Cheek or kiss of our enemies.
All through history remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.
May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil, the upper hand.
It behooves us to stand firm
Defending the freedom of man.
SO dear to my heart
So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home
As I toss and I turn in my bed alone.
Everyday I see death, hatred and corruption
The fight is proof of God malfunction man
For family, friends, and I pray
For my love with this poem wishing to transmit.
I knew I loved but never as much
Until the war, I'm forced beyond your touch.
Where violence thrives, there is the smell of death
With the taste of fear with each breath.
Who should prevail, they must die
How sadistic killing beneath God's heaven.
Baghdad has become man's Highway to Hell
When the heart of darkness are alive and well.
I count each day until it is time to go home
And being with my love and never alone.
Love You
Your Marine
FREEDOM
In their new uniforms
The march of young people outside
Not knowing who shall return.
With a proud devotion
They brandish their flag
Leaving loved ones to know and crave.
May we all be buried
For all our children
It is an ancient tribal prayer.
They are so easy to lose
But so hard to forget
A burden for parents to bear.
Ah, the taste of victory
Should soon be forgotten
But never, which was lost.
For lines of white gravestones
In peaceful green fields
Making it easier to count the cost.
America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty of war
And, we remain
Should help keep your free
For those who can march no more!
OUR FLAG
Our flag is fabric wove of thread
Carried by heroes live and killed.
It is justice and courage too
With their colors, red, white and blue.
For all who serve it, there will be cheers
For anyone who dies, there'll be tears.
For all who love her, life is swell
For those who harm it, war is hell.
How many mothers wept before
As they sent their sons to war.
How many parents have not returned
Because our freedom must be earned.
Wars were waged where brave men died
As patriots fought side by side.
Our flag is still the pearl of earth
Because those to prove its worth.
Love of country
I dedicate the poem from the inside of my tent
As the winds keep the desert is bent silhouette.
My love for the country is at full boil now
I would like to describe it but is hard to know.
Tomorrow I'll hunt those who enjoy our death
Cursed by their hatred and dirt from the air.
I do not care if it's another God they serve
To pay her crime is what they deserve.
Their horde survives by a different set of rules,
Although they will soon learn the fate Fools killer.
Proudly I serve my homeland and president
Who I swore to defend the one hundred percent.
While haunted by visions of what I should do
I fight for justice, and red, white and blue.
'S Veterans Day
The cost of freedom is sometimes high
Much more when our loved one die.
Men and women pledged to fight and serve
And it's our support that they deserve.
Mankind itself is the only culprit
That throughout history, the story is the same thing.
Peace, like love, can be difficult to acquire
Subject always to enemy fire.
Some how the righteous tend to prevail
About miss-guided, prone to fail.
No wonder we fear the tongues that are
As mankind disputes under the sky of God.
The danger facing our soldiers is real
So let them know exactly how we feel.
Lay your flag and show them your heart
Like those who love to get away.
THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD
Determined though scared, I'll hit my
On the streets of Baghdad deadly.
Looking for any plot to do us harm
Or by our death are joyous and happy.
Standing in shadows caused by the moon
I remember my nights back home.
I wonder if the woman I love
You are getting tired of sleep alone?
I feel remorse for all who live here
This place is a hell of a madman.
And those who want to keep it that way
Must be dead or locked up in jail.
My biggest fear is not of my death
But I'll end up in a wheelchair.
Disabled for the rest of my life
Depending on others for my care.
My wife, she prays for my safe return
Like night and day more GI killed.
She knows very well, whatever it takes
The oath I will be fulfilled.
SADDAM
The king of Baghdad has fallen
Never again dictate.
Man is his sentence for this crime
And the sky to escape him his sin.
For his tyranny, he was famous
In all the capitals of the world.
Until seized in his spider hole
Completely stripped of its value.
He is guilty of rape and genocide
While he ruled without remorse.
Its power and prestige were toppled
Once George Bush set his course.
Although it may seem that the wicked triumph
And conquered by their brutality of hand,
Through the power of faith they are defeated
The seeds of goodness of man.
Super FOE
America is the birthday cake of earth
Ants March in each direction.
I thank God for all those who have sworn to defend it
Serve with love, honor, pride and affection.
Since the first day George Washington marched off to war
There were those who wanted our death.
His hatred, fed by envy and greed
He was defeated by our brave and wise.
Again, we face a terrible enemy
Who has promised by his God to destroy us all
Abuse your faith as an excuse to kill
As a global jihad, their leaders call.
Some say we should appease the
To resist, they hate us even more.
But the David among us should throw our stones
To defeat them, as was done before.
SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME
If tomorrow start without me
Remember I love you.
Looking there top up
Watching everything you do.
If I become a victim
I pray that you will love again
Who always makes you happy
I I consider my friend.
If tomorrow start without me
Remind our boys, God loves all who care.
And when life seems so harsh and cruel
With "it" that must share their prayer.
I have proven I am not a coward
Who breaks and runs to survive.
Always fear of death will kiss me
As the streets of Baghdad I drive.
If tomorrow start without me
Be proud I choose to serve.
Our faith and our patriotism
Win the freedom they deserve.
I miss home more than ever,
It's my heart to stay away
I do not I can help but want to hold you
And whisper what I say.
American Soldier
Our line of soldiers to be remembered
Like the best of the best in their work.
They want to be needed and depended
To save all we love from the crowd.
They risk life and limb for freedom
Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
To be part of something greater than themselves
They are willing to sacrifice what it will take.
Thank God FOR HEROES
Thank heaven for the heroes of life
Lead us to overcome those who are not.
The wise are grateful for all the blessings of God
Where fools never realize what I have.
America is the train of grain land
persons who exercise rule by their vote.
Everyone has the opportunity to participate and prosper
As they reach foot, by boat or plane.
Our freedom depends on the law of the land
Our future depends on our grit.
Our past is known good and evil
E our mistakes that are willing to admit.
The sad heart of America
And choose to put their wonders to shame
The devotion of most who love and live here
Get up to defeat the soldiers of blame.
The Loneliness of War
I know I'm still here so far away
How do I fight for what I believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mother
Every moment of every day and night.
The loneliness of war can drive you crazy
If you do not get letters of concern at home.
Left, right, behind and ahead
Death awaits leaving love alone.
We pray to God that we are saved
To return home or live the here after.
Bloody men covered in dirt, we see every day
How we yearn for those moments of laughter.
The faraway look of a fallen comrade
As you stand by his side until the end.
No mother ever carried her infant son
More care than we do a friend.
Many have their own personal agendas
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh
Always makes home seem far away and better.
I became an expert at avoiding, weaving and diving
So try not to worry too much about me.
Only his mother and help raise the floor
And while I'm going to be all you can be.
SACRIFICE, processing and Unrestricted Warfare
The Japanese did not had lost a war since 1598
Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition
(The double of an American infantryman)
With five days rations and fearless determination.
The men in the uniform brown poorly packaged
From his childhood he had been taught
To die for the emperor and a country
It was the greatest of all glories to be sought.
In addition, the hardware support of them was incredible
As shooters were accurate to thousand meters and more.
Their ships were faster, bigger their weapons, their torpedoes better
And their planes matchless in quality, aerobatics and score.
Only by war sacrifice, transformation, and unrestricted
America was able to overcome and win.
Once again the United States must remain firm to survive
As we face a new monster from hell.
VIETNAM
SOLDIER IN THE RAIN
I'm just a soldier who is in the rain
My memories of home are what keep me awake.
Going home is a land of milk and honey
Ruled by lust and love of money.
But what can I say, when I serve it true
I volunteered to see this war through.
Now, I'm here, is hard to believe
We're just the victims of those who cheat.
When darkness falls over the rice fields of Nam
Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It is thousands of miles to the steps of my church
With its stained glass windows, towers and lost souls are looking for.
Outside the distance I see a light arc
Dropping bombs on children during the night.
I saw that the evil they call the yellow rain
And how life withers when is sprayed by an airplane.
All my friends were taken
No longer playing football is that they will play.
Packed in bags of your body for the long journey home
Are some of the most brave, That I ever knew.
War is hell, devised by man
There is no death in sea, sky and earth.
Lord, I can not help but wish I was home
Back with my love, I hope it alone?
DADS AT WAR
Where would I be without you dad
My hero of night and day
I'm so glad you love my mother
E take time for us every day.
The last time I played baseball
You came to me with his hand.
I looked at you, then made a wish
I could just be half the man.
I love my father's land
And I love my Father in heaven.
Too much for me, love, you know
Because I'm only eleven.
Mom and I sure miss you
Since you left to defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your father
I can not help but boast and brag.
BULLETS AND Barbwire
We woke with the crack of rifle
With mortar rounds hitting the ground nearby.
The shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags
That saved a lot of us did not want to die.
The hot dishes spending fell to the floor
As the VC charged our fortified hill.
We killed so many stench made us sick
While we fight to live and not by emotion.
Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll
markers such as red and green lit the sky.
Soon I was the last GI left
When napalm caused my enemy to fry.
Fleeing to the sound of our helicopter shots
The enemy retreated to the caves and trees.
Then I cried, "thank you" to heaven above
As I checked out my buddies on my knees.
Somehow I managed to survive day
Although I served with many names that I have read
Carved in black stone brilliant Wall
They are my companions in war, among the dead.
KOREA 1950
UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat
Behind sandbags protected by barbed wire hoops.
Many died as GI conduct attacks
810 000 by Communist troops.
Our guys used phosphorus, flamethrowers and napalm
For without these weapons could not survive.
The accusations led by Communist buglers
Until the UN could start it's offensive unit.
In the field of battle of death and suffering
Many froze with their hands still stuck to their guns.
While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags
City boys, farmers, students, parents and children.
With one and a half million dead or wounded
Both sides singed a truce before generals involved.
July 27, 1953
And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was resolved.
WORLD WAR II
WAR
As war rages in charge
Spin and events out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Feeding the roots of his soul.
Many things change forever
Much more, so I wanted to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things that we fought to keep free.
War is the greatest scourge of man
Religion, State and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which disables humanity.
When war breaks out, boundaries change
And everyone who dies is a token
The rage that must run it Travel
Before words of peace are spoken.
Troop SHIP
Our ship had sailed before the dawn
Surrounded by thick fog
Still ignorant of our fate
Or what was written in the logbook of the captain.
Not take long for me to see
Our cruise was not for fun
An experience of a lifetime
With nothing to be run.
Twenty knots per hour crossed
As white hoods passed us by
Ten thousand young Americans
Off to Europe to die.
A sailor told us not to worry
Someday we our correspondence.
Uncle Sam would make sure
No matter how far we sail.
Thirty feet deep, tried to sleep
Below waterline our ship
Just the place for claustrophobia
To come into my mind.
My favorite vest was my May West
I wore all the time
Only in the case of German U-boats
Or an underwater mine.
Thirty-three days we were at sea
We crossed the equator twice.
Many years have passed since then
Those years of sacrifice.
BRAVERY
Many brave souls lived until now
Cried and unknown to her face.
Lost somewhere in the distant night
Till a poet chronicles his grace.
True bravery is shown by conducting
Without witnesses, which can be
Capable of before the world
Without any or all to see.
How great is the brave may he rest in peace
All blessings from heaven to earth.
They gave our country but their best
Those destined to be brave from birth.
PEARL HARBOR
Sunday, December the seventh
In the year 1941,
While most of Hawaii still slept
Came the planes of the Rising Sun.
Waves of bombers and fighters flew
From the deck of the Japanese ships.
While our planes were still on the ground
"Banzai" was spoken from his lips.
The winds of war had been blowing
Through the oceans of our planet
Although it is not until Pearl had been bombed
Do we realize what is important is freedom.
Wars are fought and won on two fronts
At home and in the line of battle.
Both are equally important
When war consumes our heart and mind.
The attack has led us to World War II
With death, pain and separation.
All who had served were well aware
Of his sacrifice for the nation.
CONFLICT
The harder the conflict, sometimes face
The most glorious is the victory.
Tyranny is hard as hell to beat
When it raises its head throughout history.
War never leaves a country in which it was
When neutrality is a word ignored.
As the murderous hands of man himself
Are to blame for all the departed.
D – DAY THE WALL
More two hundred guards scaled "The Wall"
A stone cliff over a hundred feet high.
Some of them did all the way to the top
While others fell and perished in its fall.
Those who jumped, had answered God's call
For men to stop evil once and for all.
Fought the Germans and destroyed their weapons
To save the lives of our parents and children.
So many years have passed since then
When the future of our world was saved by brave men.
We can not forget the hell that I
Before the skies, again turned blue.
D-DAY
D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
That front end of the shadow of Hitler's dream.
The largest landing joint fight ever
Although the blood of both sides ran like a stream.
When the boats hit the sand, their ramps went down
And all within a visit to hell.
They jumped to do good for their country
And to kill the enemy without fail.
They fought against the Germans, tides, winds and waves
In conditions that are not easily predictable.
At night, the battle was in our favor
With bravery, valor, death, and men yelling.
The bodies of five miles of beach full
Despite of heroism had carried the day.
With literally thousands of dead or wounded
Those who remained were determined to stay.
They faced great odds and would not protest
And won the war that put evil to shame.
Most returned home, married and raised their babies
But those who could not remember with pain.
MIDWAY
It was June 4, 1942
As I was floating in the ocean alone
The ship departed that I had sunk to the bottom
And I thought never again see home.
The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east
With the intention of capturing Midway.
Although they were stopped by U.S. warships
whose weapons, bombs and torpedo planes saved the day.
Throughout the night, I saw fires war
And the second day they turned up the heat.
How big of bombers dropped their loads Hawaii
On Japanese ships who soon chose to retreat.
An imperial pilot came floating close
Who had been chewed by wild beasts of the sea.
I could not help but feel passion for this is the man
Who responded its called just like me.
When he finished, I was plucked from the depths
For men in a lifeboat just after dawn.
For two days, I had seen the battle for Midway
Now it is quiet and the enemy has gone.
SURVIVAL
I drift all night and was losing my hope
Earlier by the moonlight, I saw the dry land.
I floated over and through its reefs to the beach
Where I quickly softened up my tracks in the sand.
All I had was my dagger and a canteen
It was May 4 at 43.
Just me alone on an island enemy
It was not a safe place to be a sailor.
I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat
If this is what led me to survive.
I've said many times thanks
"God" was the reason I was alive.
Off in the dark, I herd two men's voices
Laughing and talking in a language not mine.
Inch by inch I crept to his camp
If what they were eating, I would soon dine.
I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice and wine
Then ran my way back to the raft at the beach.
Soon I was floating in the ocean again
And far enough from where bullets could not reach.
The next day was picked up by a seaplane
crew who saw my candle from the air.
Once inside and safe I cried like a child
For the dead whom would forever be there.
It was hard to believe that heaven let me live
A farm boy from Kansas, in high school last year.
My girlfriend is blond and she hates that I'm out
Although I am a veteran of war, death and fear.
OKINAWA
Okinawa was our last stop
Before the Japanese invaded.
The largest landing of the Pacific War
As our soldiers running through sand.
At first our marines were scarcely opposed
But the fifth day in hell they found.
A wall solid human resistance
Firing their weapons from caves in the ground.
weapons of air power and large had little effect
In his deep precipice strong sculpted in limestone.
It took man against man to root them
As bullets pierced flesh and bone.
Kamikaze pilots of its planes fell
Knocking out transport and warships.
As the Air Force has reached the Imperial fleet
Screams of fear and hate spewed from the mouth.
Hundred and ten thousand Japanese
At the end of the battle were killed.
Over twelve thousand Americans died,
Before, just our flag flew over the area.
BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC
After the fall of France in 1940
The Germans soon began their own blockade
With most of their efforts in the Atlantic
Waiting for Britain to cut the flow of trade war.
With fast surface raiders like the Bismarck
Merchant ships caught at sea, had a few chances.
The small German navy sank ship after ship
Until the British Navy destroyed romance war.
Transmission losses of German U-boats increased
And the battle of the Atlantic seemed lost.
But soon America would enter the war
To defeat the enemies of freedom at all costs.
Multitudes would die and their families mourn
Before the Second World War would be fought until the end.
What a waste a man who had lost his mind
Though now, our enemy is our friend.
Parting
True words, which portray my love
I speak of him in my heart.
May we always remember how we felt
Though through conflict we required to participate.
Nobody can say how long that will last
Because life is not eternal.
However, more hope of being blessed love
For he who does our casting.
As the fear of battle bites my flesh
My thoughts of home help keep me sane.
Not There is no guarantee that I'll survive
But anyway, I'll serve without shame.
If the cold hands of death reach for me
I pray my soul will awake from sleep.
For the voice of God assuring me
My spirit, it is chosen to stay.
So when I try to remember gone
The person I most need is you.
I will fight like hell to stay alive
To return to the love I knew.
Prisoner war
When you become a prisoner of war
You discover that he lost his freedom and more
The guy with the gun tells you what do
How you yearn for freedom he had before.
His will to survive helps keep alive
Though sometimes you wish you were dead.
Tortures far beyond any normal mind
And there is no safety even in his bed.
Bullets, barbed wire, searchlights and sharp teeth
Keep it in a place that you do not want to be.
The food is very bad and sometimes moves
And you have no choice than to hear or see.
Luck is released and return home
Though in their dreams their fate is uncertain.
War may be hell, but confinement is worse
Because after you're never as you were.
GENERAL QUARTERS
Headquarters, Headquarters
All hands man your battle station!
On Sunday morning, December the seventh
As the war on our nation.
I soon discovered that was not a drill
But instead it was for real war.
How do you see the death of friends and companions
It's more anger than fear you feel.
Japanese planes came flying in low
As I took my aim with crosshairs.
From the deck of a ship docked in Pearl
Damaged, although the crew still eager to fight.
I saw the face of a pilot who crashed
Surrounded by black smoke and fire.
Some of my bullets must have found its mark.
For his death was but my desire!
Two thousand dead and 323
In a battle less than two hours.
With the heart of our Pacific Fleet was
Japan had doubled its naval power.
The bombing and strafing of ships and troops
Caused our Congress to declare war.
Where many a man gave his life
Fighting for flag, country, etc..
KENNEDY = THE WAR YEARS
PT-109
After the attack on Pearl Harbor
He applied for sea service in the war.
When Lt. John F. Kennedy
He became known for his bravery and more.
In the first dark hours before dawn
On August 2, 43.
Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat
Through the darkness of night at sea.
PT 109, was on patrol Solomon
With 12 man crew of a vessel of plywood.
A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night
Ramming and cutting boat Kennedy in half.
Two of the crew disappeared
A third was badly burned.
Kennedy was thrown on deck
If the pain his leadership he won.
Some of his men never learned to swim
As he gathered in the bow swinging.
The hours passed tell it seemed it would sink
Then they did to an island and here's how.
He ordered those who could swim
The others were hanging on a beam.
Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor
And out of the floor of the ocean across the stream.
With clenched teeth strips clothes the man is burned
Skipper Kennedy swam three miles.
5 hours later they all did
Despite their difficulties, sharks, and tests.
The next problem was how to help meet
Without arousing the enemy all around.
After several attempts swimming to other islands
Eventually two natives in a canoe were found.
Kennedy scratched a note on a coconut
To be delivered to a base 38 miles away.
The message did and they were saved
And their courage still lives today.
I WORLD WAR
FLY-BOYS
World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who went by the seat of your pants.
Many never return of war
While others survived by chance.
Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leather, scarf and goggles of glass.
Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape plan recording.
Many were forced to jump to his death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.
Blimps where known as the Battle of the sky
The roar of the engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to kill
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.
tracers, were first used
On weapons of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man's highway death
With duty and honor their desire to drive.
How many Fly-boys lost since
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get those brave souls of chance
Who rise of the rest in the battles of the war?
THE AMERICAN CIVIL WAR
In 1860 life was good
Until its simpleness ceased one day.
The North wanted to save the Union
While the South has decided to break.
America was torn
As six hundred thousand died.
Over four years of total war
Women without husbands cried.
The sad fact of the Civil War
This is what was left at its end.
Too often, the acts of evil men
Destroyed both enemy and friend.
The problem was that, once started
Not there was peace or compromise.
Total victory must be proclaimed
Before anger Leave the eyes of men.
Destroy all that helps the enemy
Was cry for both sides.
Anything to obtain victory
As for the death of horse did ride.
Black men dressed in old uniforms
reserve became the European Union.
They fought and died for freedom
And they won their rights and deserve.
Lifestyle forever change
For all who survived the war.
Had ended as it began
With sadness, misery and more.
Both sides prayed to the same God
And he spoke the words of the Bible.
The prayers of both were not answered
For all involved were liable.
The Kansas FRONTIER
Coronado, in his quest to find gold for Spain
It was the first European in the green Kansas plane.
Explorers and traders were arriving from France.
They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced.
In the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark
Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark.
A large number of Indians, forced out of the East
Relocated to Kansas, where the buffalo feast.
So many cowboy decided suspend
It was not very long and most Indians were expelled.
When Missouri joined the Union, the slave states equaled the free.
Which way would Kansas vote, Congress was eager to see?
The Heart Landers were bleeding, their cities were on fire
As invaders of the slave states tried to force their will.
The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob
In revenge came John Brown, who kill and steal.
Kansas joined the Union as the Civil War began.
After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their men.
Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed across the state.
Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate.
Those frontier days have long since disappeared, though the sunflower is still here
My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo roam with the deer.
BLACK POWDER BRIDGE
A cyclist messenger hands your documents to me
They are instructions from Robert E. Lee
I am told now is the time
To stop the movement of troops in the line of Rock Island.
I gather my men and carry the boats
We powder our pistols and darken our coats.
Traveling currents, the sun sets sight
As the men with a purpose have gathered to fight.
We capture a bridge before the moonrise
The Yankees who are here soon feed the flies.
The evil of war feeds on my brain
As I light the fuse to destroy a train.
Above us a trestle of timber and tar
As you pull the oars to a sandbar willowed.
The banks of the river, we see him approach
There's shadows of soldiers, the windows of a bus.
With a burst of bright yellow and a noise in my ear
Hear them scream while they are falling in fear.
The river is boiling into steam, and steel rods
Returning home from their families soon sing funeral hymns.
The one lone survivor was a stallion of carnation
I lassoed his neck, and freed him from the mud.
How do I mount the saddle beneath the stars that shine
I pray for forgiveness and peace of mind.
War is a lesson we re eager to learn
When man has that fever to murder and burn.
Lord, please forgive me for what I have done
For all those who have been silenced some mother's son.
Fever FEAR
Cannons are bursting hot metal from the soil.
Soldiers are looting and burning our town.
The fever of fear rushes through my veins
How many Bluecoats jump train troops.
Smoke from hot barrels is circulating
Like four thousand muskets volley their sound.
All my mates have stopped a ball lead
most cries, then stumble and fall.
Even the young guy who took our flag
Now he is dead as he clings to that rag.
Wagons with a trail of blood on the floor injured
Death and destruction are easily found.
The Generals are crying because they can not be defeated
But it's always the soldier who dies on his feet.
The horse's hooves are pounding on a bridge made of boards
As the sunlight reflects from blades of their swords.
Quickly hide in the roots of a tree
Where dirt has eroded and there is only room for me.
After dark, I fall out with the cover of fog
Then, float the river, as I cling to a log.
Songs of their victory, ring out at night
Despite the cold, muddy water, I see their firelight.
It reminds me of my former church in the country
When the pastor spoke the word of God from his holy perch.
The seed of all conflict began in a cave
When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave.
THUNDER on the Ground
The cannons are shouting from a mountaintop far
The battle lines are forming and there is little time to pray.
musket balls skins are like hailstones from the sky
I'm so full of fear because I do not want to die.
From there beyond the hill comes a terrifying sound
It is the music of the buglers and there's thunder in the ground.
The soldiers walked quickly developed their swords.
They are yelling and screaming as they charge to the throat.
It's hard to believe, as many do this through
As they are invading and shooting the boys in blue.
In Then come the soldier men that run on your feet
Whenever a drop, my heart skips a beat.
There's a storm on the floor made death, dust and smoke
My throat is so dry, I can not stop gagging.
The fury of battle is required to establish
When Most of the fighters are dead on the floor.
After dark, the stretcher-bearers are afraid to look around
The wild hogs eat the wounded and I did not I can stand the sound.
Come dawn, we dig ditches for all the brave, lifeless men
Then we quote the words our Bible praying heaven lets them within
SLAVERY
When current from the neck of a slave
The other end attaches to you.
His heart and soul corrupted
And all that is evil that you do.
No government shall exist for long
Who are the people not are really free.
Although worldwide, there are those
Who stay blind to how life should be.
Anyone who must enslave others
Will live in your own hell
After death, they'll join their master
Where in the sky, he fell.
But until then we will fight and resist
Making them put their chains away.
And those of us who may die first
The sky is watching and praying
Brother against brother
In the course of becoming officers
The young West Point connected like brothers.
By tenants Civil War transformed friend to foe
As many cadets chose to serve others.
Fifty-five of sixty major battles fought
Were lead by graduates of the Long Gray Line.
Yankees and rebels devastated another
To kill and plunder were virtues of the time.
More than six hundred thousand soldiers consumed
Not to mention the multitudes of the population.
Cities, farms and countryside were laid to waste
Before our Union was restored to a nation.
THE LITTLEST SOLDIER
Nine years Johnny Clem, who was only four feet tall
Fled Ohio to answer the call in your country.
He joined with the Union and became a drummer boy
Soon to prove the gun he used was much more than a toy.
Armed with a sawed-off shotgun, cut to just fit the
He shot a Rebel horseman who tried to do it within
Premium sergeant stripes and a silver medal
His comrades offered him hot coffee from their kettle.
The newspapers of the North, gladly published his story
Telling of the nine who won the glory of your country.
THE BATTLE
The moon is high
And perfectly round
As highlights the beauty
Of disputed land.
Life is a journey
When the passage is free.
Then, there is no trial
For life and you.
carnage tomorrow
We will survive if we can.
Death and dismemberment
By the hand of man.
Some will stumble
With the absence breathing.
While others charge
In the face of death.
We go to the race the battle
And pray for the best
Waiting for some form
We pass the test of God.
Horns
His ragtag flag red and blue, stood out
Against their dust covered uniforms of gray.
Savagely fought to kill our enemy
As the battle raged in the heat of the day
Volley after volley extended to our calls
With thousands of led balls snapping flesh and bone.
Blistering sweat rolled each face
As the songs of war by bugles were blown.
There was a noise sound ramrods in barrels
As each new minieball was loaded and fired.
Some shot aimlessly into the smoke
While others looked at the worn and tired.
Bullets have appeared as the July 4
However, our enemy kept surging ahead.
All at once it broke and left running groups
Scattering to the forest fled.
Behind the protection of a stacked stone wall
The victorious cheered or just sat starring
In all bodies of friend and foe
While for the wounded the surgeons were caring.
Once the war was over and I survived
Despite its brutality on trampled ground.
From boy to man who was transformed
Although, even at night I hear your sound.
LEAF ON THE WATER
East Coast of America was colonized by the British
As a rule the Indians began to retreat.
After quite a battle lost their land
Give the white man's power and greed.
In coming years, like a leaf on the water
The Indians were led by the white man.
As hunters and pioneers pushing westward
Brought death and disease of the earth.
With the white settlements came the fur traders
Following by soldiers, forts, whiskey and shape tools.
None of that helped the Indians to survive
Who chose to wage war and break the rules of man white.
Many treaties were made only to be broken
For those eager for land, timber, furs and gold.
Prospectors arrived to plunder the earth
And to be farmers, the Indians were informed.
The fighting spread to the western prairie
Over the mountains and down through the desert sand.
Indians proved to be formidable foe
As both sides fought from afar and from hand to hand.
Lieutenant Colonel Custer, led his cavalry
In search of fame and tribal disgrace.
But instead he and his men were killed
By hostile Indians with paint on his face.
Around the campfire Rosebud and Pine Ridge
Singing warriors danced till Sitting Bull's death.
Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee
Where many sad Indian would to draw his last breath.
With their fighting spirit completely broken
And their ancient tribal ways forever gone.
Indians were proud transferred to reserves
When his history as a great life in song.
THE HINGE OF HISTORY
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As events of the past are written down.
From all that has occurred since early man
Less than expected was recorded to be found.
Babylonians kept chronicles of history
Hebrews wrote the past as a story dramatic.
Greeks had no faith in the future in all
Believe Mans repeated errors doom his glory.
Christians added a new dimension to the story
Looking forward to the return of Christ to Earth.
An ongoing drama involving man and God
Believing that all are created of equal value.
Some have asked why we should study history
It only encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget that history repeat their mistakes
As the outcome of humanity is cast.
The Alamo
The leaves of the cottonwoods hung still
As outside the walls Santa Anna's horde closed in.
A small group of Texans watched and waited
Preoccupied by combat and how life would end.
The battle raged from building to building
Till the old mission chapel was the last to fall.
Over 180 Texans died fighting with the man
Never yield, surrender or crawl.
Six weeks later Sam Houston joined forces
With "Remember the Alamo" as their rallying cry.
Attacking and defeating Santa Anna's army
To win the independence of Texas or die.
The Spanish word for "cottonwood" is "Alamo"
The long time the popular name for the mission.
Today the rugged walls of the old chapel is still standing
Preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition.
WASHINGTON GENERAL
Once in command, he boxed in the UK
In Boston, where he captured Dorchester Heights
Overlooking the English in his mercy
As his men took aim with their gun sites.
The British commander had but one choice
To navigate to New York to renew the fight.
Where the English had much greater forces
Who soon chased the men in Washington in mid-flight.
They continued on to Pennsylvania
After crossing the Hudson River in retreat
With British forces in hot pursuit
It seemed that George was sentenced to defeat.
When winter seemed to have stopped the fight
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware.
On that Christmas night he captured Trenton
Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.
He whipped the British at Princeton
In victory his men began to sing.
Washington then the winter in Morristown
Training troops for combat in the spring.
Washington fought bravely at Brandywine
And once again at a place called Germantown
But the British were the victors
As the dead of both sides covered the floor
The Americans were blessed early spring
When The French entered the war on their side.
Though most suffered burns in Valley Forge
With the help of the French marched in stride.
The battles broke out, North and South
When the king's soldiers laid waste to the land.
Washington if it was in great despair
Pleading for aid for his command weakened.
Their prayers were answered by 5,000 troops
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
They bottled Cornwallis at Yorktown
Who delivered the battery to win the game.
Yorktown was really the end of the war
Although many do not realize well the fact still.
But the British soon grew tired of fighting
And conditions for your order was signed and set.
Washington wanted to retire at home
But his country elected the first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support
For they believed that "he," by God, was sent.
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