[fatima]

Well they all too buff
Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force the real stuff
Old Sarge keeps them workin
They might be hurtin
but building the muscles they must
I am proud of them all and hug them
For me these are the real men
My hero's are true
take care of me and you
and give all for the safety of us.

[Soaring Feather]

So true.


The weak just don't cut it
the tough they just rough it
the hardened solider
the gruff Marine
the suave Sailor
the handsome pilots
the grease monkeys who keep
those big birds a flying
all techs I guess in a
modern day war things
the old grunts never did see before

They did their bit the Vets we have
they came back scarred one way
or the other
we honor them all
on the field or fen
in the sands, and rubble
of what may have been.

Now this poet can't see straight
so good night fatima, it's been
quite right.