I hear the cries,
How do you guys get by,
Living with gunshots,
Knowing you never taught,
Your child who you were,
Instead your in Iraq getting hurt,
To help our freedom,
And them,
How do you live with knowing you could die,
Or your friend dieing and asking why,
We hear your cry.
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this was a well penned poem, that really came from the heart, but if we bring home the troupes to soon then what was it all about. i want them home also. i have a brother over there, so i really want them to come home.