He packed his bag, and loaded his gear,
Grabbed his gun, and was soon to depart.
His little girl looked up, with many a tear,
And handed him his helmet, and a piece of art.
A picture of a soldier, “standing his ground,
Surrounded by fear, but it shall not stop him.
Fighting for her, her mom, and all those around,
This soldier fought bravely, under fire like that of kiln.”
He hugged her, and said his Last Goodbye,
For this was the man he was, and taught her to be.
She hugged him, and said her Last Goodbye,
For this was who she is, and what she wanted her father to be.
He took the helmet, and kissed her Goodbye,
She bravely stopped the tears, knowing the pain it would convey.
But has he drove away, they both began to cry,
They knew what freedom required, but unaware it would be this way.
She desired to see her father again, not a name on a wall,
But knew it wasn’t to be, for a great man was he.
He was the greatest of men, those who give their all,
To protect those like her, and make them free.