A Soldiers Prayer Poem by Joseph Caraveo

Hello God it’s me again, I know you’re busy
But I could use a hand
I’m over here God, fighting the fight
Fighting for freedom, for human rights
Some call me simple cause I’m from a farm
Yet none of them boys can work half as hard
I’m doing my job and proud I am
But I struggling with peace Lord
I killed a man
Shot him dead God, it was him or me
I hear him at night, he screams in my dreams
Cant help but wonder, was he like me
A wife at home, two kids and one on the way
I feel so guilty, I hope to go home
See em right here, there’s Betty and James
Little Joe Junior and a girl any day
The will to survive God it burns red hot
Wanna make it home alive Lord and not in a box
I’ve lost so many friends here and I’m prepared too die
Affairs are in order, documents signed
Goodbye letters too family and friends
Even made a short movie for the wife and kids
All locked away just in case
Don’t want too die Lord but I will for them
For Family, for Honor, for Country for You
So my children can wear proud
THE RED WHITE AND BLUE