Hope I haven't posted this here before...don't think so. Hope all is well brothers and sisters...especially during your most holy of seasons...I'm still a non-believer...but I pray...now wherefore hast thou for me?

Rhyme of the American Servicemember

Good people dying, for a worthy cause
I cry, and hate and despise
those that twist the truth for us
The bane of many more wise

Politics rule and the media spews
Their take, but not the news
Their view is our view but not the truth
They, pay not, their dues

America is lost, at such a cost
and government for the people is dead
I think upon our problems...
and look to the future in dread

Opinions are great, but decide not our fate
the experts are far and wide
but those in the mix, we have a fix
as we've determined when we confide

Let us go forth, and help the world
as God's calling directs
but the media spews, and it's not the news
and the miniscule mistakes they dissect

CNN is up to date
and it's nearly real time
but their take and ours is different
we’re, in the now...sublime

I've walked in fire facing death
facing those that hate and behead
but the ACLU and others
think I'm to be faced with dread

Ours is a democracy
the best on planet earth
but ours is a questionable system
governed with guile and mirth

It fails us in many ways
but still it stands tall and strong
I often wonder why I fight
when so many views are wrong

But right or wrong, true or false
I have no other choice
the American people I protect
I do so without a voice

I'm in the American Military
I protect the views I hate
but protect I must, and willingly
I go through the dangerous gate

"Why" one asks do I do this?
"why when you don't agree?"
I simply say it's my calling
"To keep America free..."

"We support the troops" they say
"but we don't agree with the war"
it cuts us, who are in the fight
but America, we adore

And so we walk most everyday
in danger's deep dark alley
and though I fear not heaven
I fear my walk in the valley

The valley of death and danger
for America I walk with glee
for those that care not about us
my life I give for thee

To those that care about our fate
my ever grateful thanks
but many have nor care nor thought
but their not within our ranks

Our ranks are those that serve a cause
a cause both righteous and pure
but many do not recognize
that most important allure

There is no higher calling
than to serve those we protect
it matters not if we agree
with those that we elect

Protect we will and sacrifice
for that is what we do
no matter what the others say
no matter the media spew

All I ask is patience
from each and every one
we'll win this fight, given the chance
using cunning, support, and the gun

The gun abhorred is critical
for the enemy knows it well
violence and hatred are their ways
the enemy who gives us hell

But hell it is and gleefully
we enter into the fire
to protect and serve our masters
and the people we desire

The families bear a burden
and the numbers matter not
a death to each and every one
is a death to one they begot

It pains them each and every day
their loved ones dead in war
but the media reports the numbers
all that matters, is the score…

Are we but numbers in a war?
just numbers for a cause?
I hope that all with feelings
reflect, and think, and pause

Numbers were not, remember that!
We serve in war and strife…
One thousand or two, now over three
a number is a life

But we continue, and fight we will
for those that we protect
we have "support" but not support
from many that we elect

Then ask yourself, "Do I support"
the troops but not the war?
and ask yourself if it is true
"Is it hatred that I deplore?"

War and troops are one and the same
disagree and I'll fight with glee
my life I'll give for your family and views
have you done the same for me?

Many have, but most have not
yet they sound off loud and clear
they I protect, with no cost to them
but the cost to me is dear

It's my life and those of my friends,
not a number, not a view
and though many might know our sacrifice
the numbers are really few

Our history is reap with sacrifice
for the many, by the few
the few will carry forward
no matter the many's view

So remember that we that choose to serve
are brothers, sisters and sons
and issues that we fight for
are decided with guts and guns

But we who serve voluntarily
once done we have no choice
except the vow of servitude
we serve without a voice

So speak for us when others won't
except for their own need
for other's needs don't matter much
because their not the ones that bleed

But their needs we serve, no matter their views
and those that stand with us too
your military members in servitude
the proud, the brave, the few

Keep those serving in harms way during this season in your hearts...know they're gone for many months...buffoonerish shows such as "Survivor" and "Biggest Loser" where the contestants cry and whine about being gone for 3-4 months don't compare...yet hollywood makes them into martyrs...and their loved ones are no where near danger or death...yet every soldier, sailor, airman, and marine are there everyday...sickens me, but I vent...and digress.

Happy Christmas...do something good, help someone...make a difference, don't just put up a tree and pretend...then you'll be a worthy human...then you'll be a good person.

I love you all,

DA

Merry Christmas DA! Thank you for posting your poetry - I have 2 nephews who served over there and lots of relatives who've served in the past.

Thank you for your service, God Bless you and your family. We love you too