Our Sons In Iraq

Brave they stand
Giving each other a hand
As their efforts demand
Going forward on the sand.
These are our sons
Taking aim with their guns
The pressure weighing tons
Being supported by their loved ones.
They never waver
Going forth as a savior
Always in our favor
Knowing none are braver.
They valiantly fight
For what is right
With all their might
Knowing they may never see the night.
Young men for all to see
Warriors they may be
They came across the sea
To make all in Iraq free!

David G. Bancroft
Copyright 2003
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