A 9000ninja Anbu's Blog

 sum i threw together back in the day when i was a boot

You wake up every morning to do nothing but train
when every punch represtns your fire your agression
it holds with in it years of pain
from each curl you complete each rep you lift
to all the comrades you lost each name just added to the list
but a list to you that you hold dear
for the pain the agony the joy and the fear
for the combat stress and time you all spent
you survived they died now you live completely lost and bent
so you enter the gym and train to fight
so never again you may ever chase that white light
So each of your friends your comrades can live more in peace
Thats what it means to uphold the peace.
You sacrifice time with your families your money and friends
SO that others may live till there hearts contents
You march and dress in that digital grab
while others do nothing get high and sent to rehab
when after a tour of success in iraq
you friends protest the fact that ur back
they tell u what u do is uncalled for its not needed at all
have they forgotten when it was when the towers  where to fall.
Where they there when ur friend was hit by and ied
when he bled out the wounds so deep he died so fatally
Where they there with us when we were posted held down in that fire fight
i know i signed i know i voulenteered but sumone has to do it right
i didnt ask to go when i was just 17. to enter a world of hell
one so bloody and violant u cant even dream.
From the time i spent in the back of the lav to the way my friends fought so valiantly
for are freedom not just mine but urs to.
Cuz believe me when i say there not just after america there after everyone thats not like them
and that more then likely includes you
Im not bent on color religon or even your creed. sex or age or your preference in sexual type
but somethingn i am bent on is how u can spit on sumone who fights for ur every right.
i dont care about time the agaony or all ive lost
but please just realize when i fight for you i fight for all those who are lost
and even after i put my uniform up ill still fight to uphold
even after runeth over my cup because its held within me deep down in  my soul
believe that straight up. so call this poem this writting a gripe call it something so small maybe even some what a sore sight
but thats a fighters pain blood sacrifice loyalty agony love victory not once ever do we ever defeat but
sum how in a way even the winners will live on with a feel defeat.