Those Infantry Days

Remembering back in Those Infantry Days,
Bringing back those feelings of being big and bad craze.
Well part of that was true,
Some times it made us feel like monkeys in a zoo.

Let's think back to 15 to 25 (roadside march) hump,
Yep those days we crazy, but to remember them make us feel pumped.
As we were loaded down with those big packs,
It surely gave us stronger legs….but sore freaking backs.

At times we would stop for rest, and water breaks too,
the men gave all they could but
still dropped out from dehydration and feeling blue.
It really made us mad when we would see a truck or car going by fast,
as they would kick up the dust, and hell the coughing would surely last.

Oh yes, in those days we were all still so young,
But those days are long gone; and to remember how everyone helped and supported us, to make sure we hung.

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By Our Side

I can remember that time of the year
That my mom worked every day and night
In which she got every little sleep
It was of hard for her to do because always shed tears
But she had a promise that she swore to keep

I know that felt a lot of body aches and pain
She did every to put that little bit of money in the jar
But the more she put away was much more of a gain
She either walked or caught the bus because we had no car

Even thought we always had little money
We barely saw her but her voice on the phone
And she said, ' I will keep my promise honey.'
I known it was hard to having to take care of us alone

Yes, those days we hard on her and us
But she always kept her promise to provide
Even though we had some unwanted thing, but we never put up a fuss

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But I am still here - Memories of the American Flag still Fly

It hurts to get burned and torn and spit upon me
By those people that I am there to set free

But I am still here

I have through every war
With the Army, Air Force, Navy, Coast Guard and the Corps

But I am still here

Even though I might be worn
Dirty, and torn

But I am still here

I have been cut-up or even torn to cover the wounds of our men as they bleed
And even used to cover them on their way to their final resting their bed

But I am still here

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Impacted Our Lives- Rosa Lee Parks

Why was it that so many people had to hate because of different race? Well it is something that might have been seen in the past but still is true,
Not only is it is wrong, but it is a disgrace,

So many of them were left with scars and bruises that were black and blue.
A lot of this started with this poor old lady did on want to give up her seat on the bus.
All she said, "Please let me sit here because I had a hard and tiring work day" Yes, it was not right for so many to look at her and make such of a fuss.

Well this lead a man named Martin Luther King Jr. to lead a Bus Boycott her way This poor and tired woman's name was Rosa Lee Parks And she is now known for help making racial equality strides
That today we are just now seeing how this light in her is bring our nation out of the dark
And today it still shows how she impacted our lives

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Ocean Breeze

As I look out at the ocean
As I drive down the coast,
All I can see is a little bit of white and the rest nothing but blue,
Only thing that this scene can bring is nothing bad, but to boast.

By this bringing nothing, but the deep beauty to me and you.
Enjoying everything such as the white waves crashing into the rocks at the ocean,
And feeling the Ocean Breeze as it shot past us further than anything else can reach.
This is when all you can hear is nothing but water as it is motion.

Causing me to want get out of the car and walk down on the beach,
And to the foam builds up as the wave starts to hits its crest.
As the beach sand stuck to the bottom of my feet,
Or as I stopped and dug down in the sand to search for that sunken treasure chest.

Feeling that wave
Or as it knocked you over down on your seat.
This something that a lot of people will never hear or see.
And this is why the Ocean Breeze and Scene means so much me
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Forgiveness Is A Hard To Give (Being Bullied)

Do you know how it feels to be pushed around?
It hurts to be known as the schools punching bag.
Or being too scared to cry or make a sound.
Yes, they wanted to hear me cry and nag.

Well you might know how this feels
To be called fat and stupid and that is all you'll ever be
This causes so much pain, but this is something that I did my hardest to conceal
I wish it was something that could have been seen when they did this to me.

Well it hurt me emotionally and physically with the mental scars that you put me through
And yes it is hard for me to do this
But I am here to say that I forgive and truly want a friendship with you
Forgiveness is a hard to give, but I know it had to be done, as God fulfilled my one and only wish

And that was to be accepted as a normal person
I know that some of memories my never fade
But thanks to God, He gives the strength to have a celebration
Because I knew that He never left as I was being bullied, and laid there and prayed

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Dear Daddy

I know it might be too late for you to get this....
Because you might not get to see me....
But your love is something that I will truly miss....

To Jesus I can only pray.....
I hope that He passes this to you....:
'That I am sorry and hopefully that you will forgive me one day….
And yes, you were right about the things in life that I might go through'....

Thank you, Jesus for passing this to me....
And for letting me know that I am still a part of his life in his heart.....
It brings tears of happiness in the things that You(Jesus) bring me to see.....
And that you never let our love grow apart.
Jesus I also need to say, 'thank you for being the middle man'....

And for being there to help me support him when his pieces in life started to fall....
Son, I am proud to say that I can glad that you have learned and are now taking a stand....
And even though I am no longer here, don't worry about me because I will see you again at the final heaven call....

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Take The Hill Of Life

God's Mission: Take the Hill

As terror attempts to hold and paralyze us in fear,
We need to remember that as we got to the battle front that the Lord is always here.
He holds and guards us in the palm of his hand,
The Lord asks us spread is love, and is all he asks and does not demand.

While some accept Christ and some look at us with disbelief.
We need to get out from the Church walls and tell about his ongoing grief.
Yes, His grief and the reasons for it went the pain for his wounds.
Some might see His might see his Crucifixion as a way of having zounds.

We need to need to tell and explain what is written in the His word,
So let's get out and go on the battle front of and make sure that it is heard.
That He died for us and here in us is to set us free from this terror's bondage.
And He will forgive them for their worldly terror and rage,

As long as they as forgiveness and taken a bended knee.
Then they can truly see why Christ is alive in you and me

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The Pain That You Went Through

As I think of my past
Tears start to run down my eyes
And this is a memory that will never go away but it will last
Of the things I did to you guys

I remember as sometimes I would come to your rooms at night
And I would talk to you about what you did that day
And how I would hug you so tight
Before I would turn out light and we would pray

I miss the sound of your each of your voices
This hurts me because of all the pain that I caused the both of you
Sometimes we make the wrong choices
And how I can now feel the pain that you went through

There are times when I should know what I needed to do
Especially when I knew that you wanted to talk to me and you waited by the phone
Because I knew that all you wanted to say is daddy we love you
This hurts me because s I felt like I left the both of you feeling alone

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True Hometown Hero-Teacher

Can anyone out there say thank you for the work they do.....
No one realizes how much she does alone, and never complains....
As she goes throughout the day to teach and half the time will play a diplomat too....
Too many of us see this as failures and not gains....
Well it is now that we all come together and take the time to think....
That without her many of our children will be forever lost....
Causing their lives to be on the brink....
Of failure, in which we wish we could fix at any cost....
Yes there are times that we might go and want to complain....
But if we take the time and see just a little of what they go through....
Then and only then we can see why there is no reason to get mad and there would be nothing to gain....
And that we can finally come together and see what is really true....
Why they always stand tall and brave....
And hopefully at least one of us can come and say, 'Thank You'...
For all of the work that they always gave...
Our young, and then we say why our teachers can be seen as a true Hometown Hero....

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