Thomas C. Hudson Poems

There she was, a picture of awe-inspiring beauty.
Walking amongst the throngs of people that formed a sea of insignificant bodies around her.

Men stopped to stare, not stares of lust, desire or wanting, but stares of reverence.
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The man in the suit, sitting at his desk, wearing fragrant cologne and making phone calls, decided that I should be here.
I am on my stomach in a ditch, in the sand, a M16 in my hand, thousands of miles away from those that to my heart are dear.

I didn't sign up for this, for me it was about defending my country, not putting my life on the line to satisfy a man's greed and envy.
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