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  The Battle Beyond the Field (A Tribute to the Unseen Heroes) They trained with fire behind their eyes, And left beneath uncertain skies. To stand where danger dared to tread, To walk through war while others fled. They bore the weight of every land, With trembling soul and steady hand. And though the guns have ceased their song, Their battle still goes marching on. For war does not end with the fight, It lingers deep in dreams at night. In every silence, every sound, A memory still circles ‘round. We see them walking through the day, With haunted eyes they turn away. Yet still they rise, again, again, Unbroken hearts. Women and men. The bravest souls are those who feel, Yet choose to fight, and choose to heal. Who carry pain that won’t be seen, And wear their scars while we keep clean. So here we stand, our hearts made wide, With open arms and tearful pride. To every soldier, hear our prayer. You are not lost. We see you there. We thank you for the gift you gave, For every path a...

*So, this is something I wrote in 1990. I would have only been around 15 years old and definitely not an expert on war. My attempt at writing something that wasn't about romantic heartbreak, I think. I truly hope this does not offend anyone. I have nothing but love and respect for all of our soldiers. Love, Eryn* A SOLDIER'S LAST WORD Sometimes I wonder if I'll make it back. But I am here, fighting in Iraq. The people I've shot, I've lost count. Thirty five? And I have no hope, to make it back alive. I'm getting called out, to end this war, But I don't have the strength to fight anymore. People say that I'm brave, to come over here. But inside I'm scared, I shake with fear. It's hard to believe, I've just now shot another! But I was raised to treat you as a brother. Please stay with me Lord, stay in my heart.  Don't let this war tear our world apart. "Oh God, I've been shot!" cries out one of my men. Two, three, four...he...