In my mind I think of her,
A soldier standing alone
Rifle by her side.
Wind blowing sand and dirt
Around her pretty face
Her light brown hair whipping about
My daughter the Marine.
It does not seem that long ago
A young girl full of pride and optimism
Signed the line to be one of America’s few
She became one of America’s proud
She did her very best, became the very best.
She stood tall in the worst of times.
Her body and mind fighting fatigue
Some of those times with
Tears rolling down her cheeks.
I think war does that
To the strongest of all of us.
Even to My daughter the Marine.
At home I cry
I admit I’m scared
Scared for her, scared for me.
I miss her, I miss our talks.
Now everything is “classified”
Or “You don’t want to know….”
And maybe I don’t
My daughter has changed.
In good ways…
She has matured in ways
I never thought she would
And bad…she is bitter
My daughter the Marine.
She hates the media
As far as she is concerned
She is just doing her job
And she wants to be left alone
Nevertheless you can see the hurt in her eyes
In her demeanor, in her spirit.
She will not be “re-upping”
She’s tired
My daughter the Marine
For the few who are ignorant
Who base their opinions on what is trendy.
There are still those who understand
Who are not ignorant
Who base their decisions on information
And well thought-out ideas.
I need not agree with the war
To support America, to support our soldiers
To hurt for our country…
To cry for our soldiers.
Just like My daughter the Marine.
It is my duty to look a little deeper.
A little deeper at my daughter.
Yes, she has changed
However, the fundamentals never will.
Watch her when the pledge
Of allegiance is spoken
You will find she stand straighter
Than any person in the room.
When the Star Spangled banner is sung
You will hear her voice sing louder,
Above all others.
She loves this country.
She has shown me by
Serving through blood, sweat and tears.
By volunteering six years of her life to protect me.
You may not consider her great.
And the world knows little of its greatest heroes…
Tonight I honor and salute my hero
My daughter the Marine.
2006-10-24
08:42:07
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