I don't think I'm finished with it yet, in fact it might turn into several poems. I just want to be sure I'm on the right track.
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The young soldier "rests" on enemy sand
the job to be done unmistakable
gazing across this God forsaken land
his longing for home undeniable
Protect innocent lives from terrorists
not ever knowing who is friend or foe
among the innocent walk extremists
constant question "Is it my turn to go?"
Clearing his mind, takes out pen and paper
encouraging words like "I'll be home soon.
Sure miss the smell of Mama's breadmaker."
Ignoring the nag of impending doom.
Selflessly serving the Red, White and Blue
Remember, Marines were once children too.
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