Thousand Meter Stare Poem by Ronald Strickland

It came the day for me to pack and go and leave behind a war that scared me so, but then i didn't know, with me it would go.

On the plane that had adopted the name Freedom bird, as others boarded yelling it's time to go, We don't want no part of this place no mo!

Out my window i see my comrades who came to say farewell to me. amongst them i see all all the falling comrades waving goodbye to me.

I stood to render them all a slow salute knowing they all will always be Heros and live on in memories.

A job well done you answered the call, America will always be proud of you all.

Out my window I continued to stare as they returned to battle in the mist of thousand meter stare.

Heros that will always be there.