Reality of War by Sgt White

02/18/07 1631 hours

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He was that tiny baby, who stared in bright-eyed wonder;

into his mother’s eyes, the blanket of security that he was under.

He was that three foot toddler, who let you have it;

when he asked his Daddy, if you were pregnant.

He was that neighbor-boy, who was always into something;

he pulled your flowers, and sent your hubcaps sailing.

He was that kid, who threw gum in your hair because he secretly liked you;

what he never knew, is that you liked him too.

He was the one, who sped through your neighborhood;

a new license and Mustang, life was too good.

He was that boy, whose name you can’t recall;

who helped you at the grocery, carried your bags and all.

He was that son, who made his parents cry;

when off to war he went, little time for goodbyes.

He was that young man, who always made you smile;

you wonder what became of him, you haven’t seen him in a while.

He was that boy, who became that man;

in a distant battlefield, that was full of sand.

He was that guy, whose letters came less and less;

the images too horrific, pen to paper he could not press.

He was one of those, that you heard on the news;

who was patrolling downtown Baghdad, when the enemy lit the fuse.

That boy you used to know, whose face you can’t remember;

bled out on a dirty street, this past May or maybe it was September.

That kid who meant so little to many, yet so much to a few;

his life was cut short, and it was still very new.

That boy who used to be in your life, and whose fate you will not allow;

Oh him, that guy. He’s gone now

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