Ok I know I have asked this before but I didnt quit get the answer I wanted. Stories or poems to the troops?

Answer 1

Twenty years of military and I liked short notes and family letters, but I liked getting candy, but I think most of those poems and chain letters to troops are down right silly. My wife gets the same crapola and wimpy stuff over and over in her e mail and she sure wouldn't send it to our military friends and she deletes it. I don't blame her iti s sappy sobsister stuff. Send them a couple of pounds of m&ms. They will like them better.

Answer 2

In scorching sun and nerve freezing battle fields of Iraq
You toil for others freedom,
The benifits will go to our oil corporations
They are the best friends and associates of our
Beloved President and Vice President who are promoting hatred
This war we statred with a propoganda to trace & identify
Hidden Weapons of Mass Destruction and other chemicals
Our intention was to routout Saddham and
Create Democracy with a meaning
But we groomed Alquida & Hisbullah

But all failed, due to our greedyness to hold that land
We create new stories to earn sympathy
That sympathy will decide our period of stay
For half a century or more as we will generate fresh employment

A soldier is soldier wherever he is, always thinks for the nation
Your parents are happy and proud to address you as war veteran
We too! "Who cares for you, once you lose a limb or an eye?"
Your spouse and children will suffer for having wrong choice!

Who is the benificiary of all these fake drama?
Bush and associates !!!
And you are that fleecing golden scape goat
On your death they live & grow!!!!!!

Answer 3

I give thanks to you dear soldier,
Who stands so firm and brave
While dealing with the fears
You may meet an early grave.

This war was not your choosing
And yet you give your all
To protect our beloved freedom
Lest we should bow and fall

You stand and fight with all your might
For friends and family left at home
You make us proud, we’ll tell you so
When you come marching home.

You fight to free a people
downtrodden and opressed
By a cruel and wicked vulture
Who puts you to the test.

You fight with fiercest pride
At who you are and what you do.
Though sleep deprived and weary
You give of yourself anew.

Your resolve has never faltered
Though often faced with fear of death
Your fellow soldiers count you faithful
Though it be with your last breath.

I could not be more proud
Were you my daughter or my son
For you stand among the very best
Who fight ‘til the battle’s won.

We pray for you dear soldier
That you return to this home shore,
That God will bring you safely home
To live and love once more.

May God bless you, and may God bless America!

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Answer 5

Awesome poems at www.soldierworks.com

Answer 6

Hi Anything you can send the soldiers would be appreciated some of them never get anything . Did you know there is a web site where u can adopt a soldier. Contact my email address and I will sned it to you .... THx

Answer 7

You chose to hear the call one day.
While boys and girls went out to play...
To keep us safe you did depart
You left your memories in our heart..
May God watch over you each day
Let nothing harm you this we pray
Dear Lord please keep them safe and sound
Till home they come on American ground..

Answer 8

Small Pain In My Chest
by Michael Mack
The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree.
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.
The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night
And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light.

"I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could.
"A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good.
We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest -
A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest."

As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt
All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt.
"Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest.
They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest."

"Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old.
I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold.
We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest,
The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest."

"I looked around to get some aid - the only things I found
Were big, deep craters in the earth - bodies on the ground.
I kept on firing at them, sir. I tried to do my best,
But finally sat down with this small pain in my chest."

"I'm grateful, sir", he whispered, as I handed my canteen
And smiled a smile that was, I think, the brightest that I've seen.
"Seems silly that a man my size so full of vim and zest,
Could find himself defeated by a small pain in his chest."

"What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown,
If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone?
Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast,
That I'd be sitting HERE one day with this pain in my chest?"

"Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun.
"It's growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun.
I think, before I travel on, I'll get a little rest ..........
And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.

I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried;
I put my arms around him and I pulled him to my side
And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed
The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.


Taken from www.netpoets.com

Link: http://www.netpoets.com/poems/life/1504001.htm

Answer 9

stories....
with poems, sometimes people are pickier...they don't like a certain style, their too depressing, etc.
but stories, i think, people are a little more open-minded about.

Answer 10

no poems mam, too wimpy.
i guess i could read stories though,
right now I'm a bit gimpy.