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Each time we go to work, we give up precious time with those that we love; it is the sad sacrifice that we must make to earn a living. Now what if that time, instead of being 8 to 12 hours was in months? Precious moments missed that could never be replaced. The birth of your child, their first words, baseball games, or school plays, to say nothing of the hugs and kisses that you do not get to share each day; that length of time away from the mate that you love so much, unable to look into their eyes, feel their hand of support, or warm embrace. This is the very least a soldier is asked to sacrifice to defend this great country. At times some give up years at a time, even their very lives in that calling and take on memories of events and deaths that will haunt them to their deathbed. This day, this one day, is set aside in memory of those who made that sacrifice of not only time, but the very life that they had for each and every one of us. How can we do less than to be appreciative of that sacrifice and respectful of the love and commitment it took to make it. I for one, wish to thank all who serve and have served along side me or in some other place, for that love and commitment. Thank you.A Poem I wrote a little bit ago that expresses the the sacrifice of many a young soldier.Mourn not for me this task that I set myself to doIt is just an expression of the love I have for youI take my self into battle and know that I may diewhen I am gone I heartedly beg you do not cryIt is I who volunteered to give my life as a Marineso that you could live your life as you have beenI will die with honor, the same way that I did liveBut it is not for honor that my one life I shall giveIt is a duty of the heart for those that I love soyou my fellow countrymen are why I freely go.So do not shed a tear for me when I am deadbut pay due respect to those left in my stead.

The sacrifice a soldier makes is not only his perhaps his life, but also the time away from family, the family pays this price as well; so let us remember all who have suffered to give us freedom.They were throwing me a party with cake and ice creamwith all of the trimmings of which any kid could dream,a lot of people bringing gifts that were just for me.I was almost as happy as a person could beI was turning six years old and quite a scrapping ladand everyone was there that day, well except for Dad.I signed up for little league and thought it would be fun.I loved to hear the people cheer when I hit a run,went all the way to the finals and I got to play.I hit the winning run for the team upon that day,they all called me a champion and I was very gladeveryone was there that day, well except for Dad.When I graduated high school and got my degree,they were all as proud of me as they could ever be.All sit in that blazing sun and listened for my name,knowing that after this my life would not be the same.Some thought it was such a good thing, others found it sadand everyone was there that day, well except for Dad.I can not hold it against him the times he went away.He told me once it was the price that he just had to pay.I know he would love to have been there and all those thing seen,but he had his duties as a United States Marine.Be very thankful for the liberty that have you had,for people do pay for it daily, just like my Dad.I understand the life he chose and I follow it tooI now take his place in ranks and do what he use to do,along with so many others who miss so many thingsto make sure that you are safe and freedom's bell always rings.I proudly do my duty but admit it makes me sadto know my boy's at home with everyone but Dad.

A poem that I wrote a while back, but am posting for this Holiday.A SoldierA soldier fights, a soldier dies ....a family mourns, a widow cries....some will praise what he bravely did....and honor the memory of this valiant kid....some will say,"oh what a shame"....and within the week forget his name....some will say its all for naught....not thinking of what his life bought....some will spit upon his grave....and criticize the life he gave....but he chose this path,not on a whim....he fought and died for all of them....To those that at funerals do protest....saying that all soldiers they detest....You may curse at those that mourn the loss....in the name of him upon the cross....he that re-attached a soldiers ear....he did not curse, he did not jeer....you say you know how he would feel...that he would hurt instead of heal....I think that only time will tell....and surely you will burn in hell....for if you think the Lord's that way....a heavy price you'll eternally pay....and as that soldier watches from above....his aching heart still filled with love....then you'll know and you will see....that he did it all for you and me... .

Passion speaks of need and tenderness of desire,both can surely fan the spark of love into a raging fire.It seems they are needed for a relationship to last,for one without both will become a thing of the past.Sometimes when I see you a feeling come over meand I wish to ravage you like the animal that we bebut other times I want to just hold you in my armskeep you warm and safe from all of life's harms.To make sensual love to you and seduce so tenderlyto receive your gifts and give all that is a part of me.I seem to need to want you and want to need you so,sometimes the two are one like us, so it that I know;we can survive the ages as one made of two partswith passion and tenderness in our loving hearts.

I wrote a sweet poem of my burning love and sent itso much time waiting for a reply, in loneliness I spent it.This unrequited love I had for her did indeed hurt me so,from this I learned it is bad to let your true feeling show.I had a lady that did once say that she could only love meand knowing that dream came true, was as happy as can bebut that knowledge, like she, herself turned out to be untrueand from this agonizing I learned that it is wrong to trust too.Other women over time trained me to do the things I doand each of them left alone this broken man before you.They say they like confidence, but then they rip it to a shredleaving nothing but self doubt and awful pain to fill your headsay they love who you are and then set out to change youI wonder was it just a fantasy of theirs to which they are true?Wishing only to find one good man with a kind loving heartthen they run off with some bad boy and tear it all apart.I am not the man you seek, he upon the cross was burnedby the lessons that from your sisters he painfully learned.

The poem of the day, it is a sad one, but I hope that your day is a wonderful one.I have no dreams or fantasythat you would be in love with me.One so wonderful as youhas much better things to do.This unrequited love,from below not above,makes me stay around,drives me to the ground,my heart shattered,ego battered,'til I die.Will you cryor yet, forget,me?

The poem of the day. It is a romantic one and I hope that your partner will always remember to feel this way for you.I wish that I could write a poem as beautiful as theeand somehow get it out there for the whole world to see.Like you a classic beauty which makes every heart sigh,the way mine does each and every time you are nearby.One that's so memorable that everyone would indeed findthat once they have seen, it is etched forever on their mind.So wonderful that the mere thought would make them smileand they would drift to fantasy like me, for just a little while.A picture is worth a thousand words, but it couldn't showeven a few of the wonders of you that I have come to know,your beauty is but a small part of the treasure that is youand the best is hidden in your mind and that heart so true.I could write passages that left people wanting ever moreand never paint the picture of the you, that I do so adore.I could write a never ending love song as if it's from aboveand still not be able to say all there is to you that I do so love.There are not words that can do justice, nor could there be,like trying to describe a rainbow to one who can not seeI can only carry this feeling and hope that you will knowthat those mesmerizing words that I can not find are so.

She bound me with chains from which I would never freeand they controlled every action and where I was to be.I took comfort in their presence and wore them with pridethe limits the chains set was a thing I never tried to hide.Though others could not ever see the chains they were realbut everybody knew it though by the way they made me feel.They were the only chains that a man like me could holdnot of hardened steel, but more precious to me than gold.Each link forged with love from kindness and love shownover the years how quickly in length the chains have grownThese chains of love bind me to her as they do her to methey are a treasured burden that we always bear so happilyIf temptation should try to pull one away the chains preventkeeping us from ever having to beg forgive and to repent.I wear these chains and escape is never even a thought,for it is my truest heart's desire to remain forever caught.If the chains can not control our actions, this we do know,no other force can bind them, so we must let them go.I wear these chains of Love she forges and add links tooso we will stay bound together our whole lives through.

Here is where I make my stand and here is where I die,when life has left my body, do not waste the time to cry.I set myself on the warrior's path knowing where it leadsReminded of this bodies mortality by the way it bleeds.I offer all that I have so that you can sleep and can livein the peaceful life that I fight so hard each to freely give.As a warrior none will more than me pray for there is peaceand know my life can buy it but maybe it can make a leaseuntil another warrior can come and take my place hereand he too will tell you not to waste the time to shed a tear.Semper Fidelis, such solemn words and indeed so very truebut they and dieing are the very least we can do for you;for you are our families, our lovers, and our dearest friendand every warrior, every true Marine, will love you to the end.

See the gorgeous sunrise turn the sky from black to redas it struggles against the night to climb up over our head.It has such an effect as it hits the dew upon the grass,sending radiant shimmers out as if hitting broken glass.The songs of spring birds everywhere seem to fill my ear,relieving any worries about the day, removing all the fear.How can a day that starts so wonderful, be any but good?A lovely hint that the day will go the way I wish it would.Giving my heart reason to sing and causing a big smile,I will remember this morning as I trudge on every mile.