I sleep in dirt fox holes
With little to eat–
I stnad at my post
In cold, heat and sleet.
My Dad stood watch in the jungles of Nam
—A faithful American Soldier—I Am.
I’lm here by my own choice
I’m here day and night—
My Gramps died at Pearl Harbour
On that fateful night—
I’m taking my turn for one and all
Making sure Old Glory never shall fall.
I’m away from my family
My dear kis and my home;
My wife sends me pictures
000Oftime’s I feel alone.
All I ask is you pray for this son of Uncle Sam
—A faithful American Soldier–I Am.
2011 by Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets