CONSERVATIVE ZART POET TOM’s 50
America is at war POEMS
The White House in Washington
16th March 2007
Mrs. Lillian Cauldwell President and Chief Executive Officer Passionate Internet Voices Radio Ann Arbor, Michigan
Dear Lillian:
Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking to me. I am grateful for your efforts, our brave soldiers and their families honor. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the supreme commander of the greatest force for freedom in world history.
Best wishes. Sincerely, George W. Bush
Unyielding Honor
Weakness invites moral distress, war and aggression
Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
All that love what we can be destroyed and transformed
Through the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.
If something nasty looks us in the face
To fix corrupt our morals, faith and.
God gives us courage to defend what is right
No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.
Evil seeks to destroy the good in people
And silence the memory of God’s law.
It is to remain faithful to the intransigent
The defense of freedom and justice of all.
Our men and women serving in Harm’s Way
Are the armor of what the free world depends.
Without their sacrifice of body and soul
All that is what we are away. God loves his SOLDIERS
Sometimes it’s hard to protect what is right
Sometimes we are like we are fighting for the other despised.
Some of us are ready, regardless of loss
To commit our soul to save the cross.
Evil thrives on human greed and hatred
Always ready to destroy and defecating.
God’s mercy down upon the souls of the people
Purification of impure, where he can.
As long as the person to fight on earth
Life has its troubles from birth.
God’s goodness seed man has delayed the sinking
Thank Heaven for his heroes, the strong and the wise.
The Lord loves his heroes of yesterday
Like many, he could only say.
God loves his soldiers to serve the line up
By standing against evil His grace they deserve.
Never fear BE TO BE of America America, the abundant, the place where I was born I’ll cherish until the day I was proud to die out. Where are the bones of the last hero in the place, it must be the same as I. Her mountains so high, they reach for the sky with fields where the green grasses grow buried loved. There are billions of trees where wild birds nest with creatures that flourish below. The blue gold called water with which we are blessed as raindrops or crystallized snow; changes in rivers and freshwater lakes, while the winds of our seasons. As the ghost of a whistle from a lonely freight train Racing on ribbons of steel with the harvest of farms and the factories in a box is balanced on a wheel. Some cities have buildings one hundred stories high buildings made of concrete, glass and steel. A statue in a harbor, a gift from France, describes how the inside, we feel. That flag on the moon with red and white stripes Proves America’s dreams come true. A country of heroes who line up to protect the past, present, and the few. We will defeat terrorism can be as it should never fought Satan’s horde chase us, our door. Securing our borders and system of life, as our forefathers sacrificed before. Have you ever afraid to be proud of America and in March with the brave, faithful and just.
The refusal to submit to the will of our enemies
to keep standing firm, which we trust.
INTO THE Teeth of the Dog
All were born through the history of man to fight
Surviving nature, disease, greed and war.
Since his conception he has remained the same
The choice, whether good or bad, are used as before.
Our boys and girls face the teeth of the dog
In “hot spots” around the Earth.
They leave their families and all who love them
Protect and preserve what liberty is worth.
The enemy they face, the mad dogs of man
to kill with a desire to disfigure and enslave.
They sing and dance to the death of the other
Instruction in the principles of hate till the grave.
Support our troops who battle the horde
Although we are living the good life at home.
If you see a soldier show them your smile
Say “hello we love you and you are not alone.”
THE MAD DOGS OF MAN
Where dwell the mad dogs of man
There is corruption, plunder and hate.
In every city or town
Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.
All are like an innocent child is born
Till mislead by others along the way.
God has always loved his children
Although it breaks my heart when they get lost.
The mad dogs of man never repent
For they have no sense of shame or sorrow.
Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life
Abuse of victims, as if there were no tomorrow.
God is not the will to sin
And wanted to stop to overcome the evil.
The mad dogs of man must be stopped
Who murder, rape and destroy peace in the world.
Samson, Solomon, and David
Were chosen by God to stand firm.
They were facing great opportunities and the fear of death
Refusing to ignore their call.
The time has come right for the good people of the world
Go to band together to restrain the horde.
Stand up against tyranny where it exists
Putting the mad dogs of the man with the sword.
WHERE Wars are won or lost wars resulted, apart from the older men in the battle room in the countries. Those who call for greater firepower and troops to the fight against the table. While under the ruined flesh The dreams have all turned gray. So young and determined their faces were Till on the battlefield they lay. Can overcome their pride The politicians cast their vote. For this or that or anything other than the rage of war sounds its note. Wherever wars are won or lost, the soldiers like toys. Down through the history remains the same die, most are little more than boys. Like monkeys in a revolving cage Man squabbles for the peanuts of power. When will we overcome our greed and become like a beautiful flower? Death to death, dust to dust The wrath of the war, a terrible crime. It is the beast within that still prevails even as it has been through the tortures of the time. War is the greatest plague of man as a war fought it accepts, and events spiral out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil that nourishes the roots of their soul. Many things will forever change Far more than you want to be. When the wrath of war starts to destroy these things, we fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man Religion, state and reason. Any scourge is more than the one that prefers the human race off. When the war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die, are a sign of anger, that it will of course Before words of peace must be spoken. I hate war, but not men, flags, or race, but the war itself with its ugly face. If we lose faith in the brave who die then we do not match those that cry to be welcomed. What distinguishes war is not death but that man is slain by fellow man. Crushed by cruelty and injustice with his murderous enemy hands. War tends to punish the punishers So the losers will not suffer alone. The essence of war is but violence Till the survivors come marching home. Sometimes it is difficult to defend what is right sometimes we are forced to stand up and fight. Sometimes we will survive, while others must die Sometimes never knowing why. The rush of combat is a natural buzz caused by fear, can not as it was. Hunting blame each other like wild game without a shortage of those. Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick. Sometimes God is asked to intervene to stop the savage from being so mean. War is a hell we visit before death by the whisper of the devil’s breath fueled. There must be a reason man destroys man But why it is so, I do not understand. 11th September
After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack America now mourns her very core. Although their enemies are now, but from the sound of America leads flee full war. There is no doubt, no doubt that the devil has decided to call us. We shall defeat hell is the soldiers and threw them out and if we die, what is freedom. We will try them out where they hide Street by street, house-by-house, cave cave. You will be eradicated from the face of the earth by the righteous, the loyal and brave. Satan HORDE ARE REMOVEDOverrun with war and uncontrolled leaders Our world becomes more dangerous every day. Dishonest politicians, criminals and the media through their lies to survive in the game. Bible believers preach, that the end is near Our world as a whole on the reform. God will root out all that is evil by his fire and storm of the eruption. To evil’s victory, I will never concede May his followers torment in hell. By the grace of God and the power of faith The goodness of man will prevail. What we get is, God’s action as a patriot who respond to the threat of man. Protect and defend what we surrender to death when the soldiers of Satan’s love from the sand. Sons and Daughters of World War III, our sons and daughters serving in Harms Way To defend our way of life. Some are students, some grandparents, Many a man or woman. They have great opportunities, without complaint Gambling life and limb for little money. So far away from all the love they fight our soldiers for whom we pray. The plotters and planners of America’s Pledge Doom murder and maim, what they can. From early childhood, taught to kill them in order to become a man. They use their young as weapons of choice Teaching in heaven, virgins await. Destroy life, to learn together with their own, their lies too late. The fearful cry we must submit and find a way to calm her. Where defenders, if we are worried for America’s future is bleak. Now is not the time to fight each other or kiss on the cheek of our enemy. All through the story remains the same The strong enslave the weak. May God continue to refuse evil America to bless the upper hand. It is up to us to remain resolute defense of the freedom of man. So my heart loves so much at heart are my loved ones at home as me and I throw back in my bed all alone. Every day I see death, hate and corruption fight is proof of God man’s malfunction For family, companions and I, I pray to my love with this poem I want to convey. I knew I loved you but never know how much Till forced by the war, I’m on your touch. Where violence thrives, there is the stench of death, with the taste of fear with each breath. Who should prevail, the same die, kill the sadistic under God’s heaven. Baghdad has become man, the Highway to Hell Where the heart of darkness alive and healthy. I count each day until it’s time to come home and with my love and never alone. Love You Your Marine FREEDOM
In their new uniforms The young march off Not knowing who is going to return. With a proud devotion They wave their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and longing. May we all be buried by all our children is an ancient tribal prayer. They are so easy to lose, but so hard to forget such a burden for the parents to bear. Oh, the taste of victory will be soon forgotten, but never that which was lost. For those rows of white tombstones in quiet, green fields Make it easy to tally the costs. America has to destroy all attempts to know the cruelty of war and survived, we must help keep her free For those who march can not be! Our flag Our flag is the fabric woven thread worn by the living and dead heroes. It stands for justice and courage, even with their colors, red, white and blue. For all who serve it, will rejoice because for those who die are still tears. For all their love, life is swell For those who harm them, war is hell. How many mothers have cried before when they sent their children to war. How many fathers, not because of our freedom must be earned back. Wars were waged where brave men died as patriots fought side by side. Our flag is still the pearl of the earth because of them to prove their value. LOVE OF COUNTRY I dedicate this poem from my tent as the desert winds keep it’s silhouette bent. My love for the country is now at full boil, I would like to describe it, but it’s hard to know how. Tomorrow I’ll hunt those who enjoy our death by their hatred and meanness of breath Cursed. I do not care if they serve a different God’s retribution for their crimes is what they deserve. Their horde survives by a different set of rules, but soon they will be the fate of murderous fools learn. I proudly serve my country and the President, I have sworn to defend one hundred percent. While haunted by visions of what I do I have to fight for justice, and the red, white and blue. Veteran’s Day The cost of freedom is sometimes more if our own extremely high death loved. Men and women committed to fight and serve, and it is our support they deserve. Humanity itself is the one that all the fault of the story is the story of it. Peace, like love, can be difficult to acquire in any case under enemy fire. Some how the righteous tend to prevail over the miss-guided, prone to fail. No wonder we fear the tongues that lie As mankind squabbles beneath God heaven. The danger our solders face is real Sun does let them know how we feel. Put forth your flag and show them the heart to love us as we depart. THE BATTLE for Baghdad but Determined afraid, I go on my beat on the deadly streets of Baghdad. In search of a parcel that our damage or death of our cheerful and happy. Standing in the shade by the moon, I am again reminded of my nights causes at home. I wonder if the woman I love is growing tired of sleeping alone? I feel remorse for all who live here in this place is a madman’s hell. And those who need to stay one way to be killed or locked away in prison like. My biggest fear not, my death, however, that I end up in a wheelchair. Disabled for the rest of my life, dependence on others for my care. My wife prays for her safe return of my night and day more GI’s are killed. You know very well what it takes the oath that I have given are met. SADDAM The king of Baghdad has fallen to dictate again. He must sentence for these crimes and heaven shun him for his sin. For his tyranny, he was famous in every capital of the world. Till apprehended in his spider hole naked all of its value. He is guilty of rape and genocide While he ruled without remorse. His power and prestige were toppled once George Bush set his course. While it may seem that the wicked triumph, and conquered by their brutality of hand, through the power of faith, they are by the seeds of goodness in man beaten. FORMIDABLE FOE America is the birthday cake of earth as the ants march from every direction. Thank God for all of you swore, Serving with love, honor, have to defend pride and affection. marched since the first day of George Washington on the war there were those who were requests for the fall. Their hatred, fueled by envy and greed, Was defeated by our brave and wise. Once again we have a huge enemy that promised by their God to destroy us all for a purpose to their faith as an excuse to look like for a worldwide jihad kill face, calling their leaders. Some say we should try to resist them because if to placate us, they will hate us even more. But the Davids among us are our stones throw it to defeat, as it was previously done. SHOULD TOMORROW START Without Me If tomorrow without me I love you, remember to start. View from the top down view, to do everything that you. When I became a casualty I pray you ever love again Who makes you happy I am to see my friend. Should tomorrow start without me remember it, our boys, God loves all who care. And if life seems too harsh and cruel with “him” have to pray her to be. I have proved I am no coward, and breaks is to survive. I always feared death is when the streets of Baghdad kiss I drive. Should tomorrow start without me proud I choose to serve. Our faith and our patriotism Earn the freedom we deserve. I miss home more than ever It breaks my heart to stay away I can not help but want to hold you And whisper what I say. American Soldier Our soldiers line up as the best of the best in their jobs remain in memory. They want to be used and To see all we love from the mob. They risk their life and limb for the freedom not firm against evil unwilling to break. To be part of something bigger than themselves they are willing to sacrifice, what it will take. Thank heaven for HEROES Thank heaven for the heroes of life, lead us to those who can not overcome. The wise are grateful for all God’s blessings Where fools never realize what they have. America is the grain train of the earth, the people exercise power through their voice. All have a chance to participate and thrive when they arrive on foot, by plane or ship. Our freedom is based on the law of the land Our future depends on our grit. Our history has good and bad and know our mistakes, we are willing to admit. The grim of heart hate America and select its wonders to shame The devotion and love, most live here Rise up to defeat the soldiers of blame. The loneliness of the WAR I know I’m still here so far, far away, as I is for what I believe to fight properly. I wonder about you and your mother every moment of every day and night. The loneliness of war can be mad if you do not get letters of concern from home. Left, right, back and front, waiting to leave, death in love alone. We pray to God that we will be saved to return home or to live here. Bloody, dirt-covered people we see every day how we long for the days of laughter. The distant view of a fallen comrade at his side like you to spend up to its end. No mother ever carried her baby child more closely than we do to a friend. Many have their own personal diaries to help their skills together. Watching hot steel crash makes in human flesh still far away from home and seem better. I have to try an expert in dodging, weaving and diving, then, not too much worried about me. Just help your mom and got off the ground And while I will do what you can away. Sacrifice, transformation and unconditional WARFARE The Japanese had no war since 1598 Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition lost (twice as many as an American infantryman) With five days rations and fearless determination. The men in brown uniforms dressed poorly learned since early childhood had, which was to die for the emperor and the homeland of the greatest of all glories to be sought. In addition, the hardware supports them was awesome as sharpshooters were accurate up to a thousand meters or more. Their ships were faster, their guns bigger, better their torpedoes and their planes matchless in quality, aerobatics and score. Only by sacrifice, transformation and total war, America could overcome and prevail. America, too, must stand firm to survive, as we face a new monster from Hell. VIETNAM soldier in the RAIN I’m just a soldier standing in the rain My memories of home are what keeps me healthy. Back Home is a land of milk and honey of joy and love ruled the money. But what can I say, if I serve her true self to see through the war voluntarily. Now that I’m here, it’s hard to believe that we are only the victims of those who cheat. At dusk on the rice fields of Nam Scared men with rifles walk in the shadow of the rest. It is thousands of miles to the steps of my church with its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who are looking for. In the distance I see an arc light bombs to children who fell in the night. I’ve seen that evil they call the yellow rain fades and as the life if it’s sprayed from an airplane. All my friends are gone no more touch football will they ever be able to play. Zippered pockets in their bodies for the long trip home to some of the bravest I have ever known. War is hell, the man’s contrived death in the sea, the sky and the land. Lord, I can not help, but I want to go home with my love, I hope, is alone? DADS AT WAR Where would I be without you dad My hero of night and day I’m so glad you love my mother and take time for us every day. The last time we played baseball You reached for me with his hand. I looked at you, then made a wish that I could only be half the man. I love my father of this earth and I love my father of heaven. There is much to love for me, you know, because I’m only eleven. Mom and I sure miss you, since you left to defend our flag. When others ask where your father can not I help but boast and brag is. Bullets And Barbwire We awoke to the crack of rifle fire With mortar shells on the floor nearby. The flying splinters was by sand bags to absorb the many stored by us, not wishing to die. The hot spent shell casings fell to the ground As the VC charged our fortified hill. We killed so many the stench made us sick, while we live, and not fought for a thrill. Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll as red and green tracers lit up the sky. It was not long before I was the last GI left When napalm caused my enemy to fry. Fleeing from the sound of our shots, the enemy chopper pulled into the caves and trees. Then I cried, “Thank you” to heaven, as I checked out my friends on my knees. Somehow I managed to survive the day Though many of the names I have read I have served in the shinny black Carved stones of the wall are my comrades of the war, among the dead. KOREA 1950 UN soldiers fought and were forced behind sandbags protected by barbed wire Hoops retreat. Many GI’s died when she attacks of 810 000 instead of communist troops. Our guys used phosphorus, flame-throwers and napalm For without these weapons they could not survive. The Communist charges of trumpeters Till led by the UN was unable to start the offensive to drive. On the battlefield of death and misery, many with their hands still froze put their guns. While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags City boys, farmers, students, fathers and sons. With a half million dead or wounded Both sides singed a truce before generals involved. 27th July 1953 And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was solved. WORLD WAR As war is fought IIWAR takes over, and events spiral out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil that nourishes the roots of their soul. Many things will forever change Far more than you want to be. When the wrath of war starts to destroy these things, we fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man Religion, state and reason. Any scourge is more than the one that prefers the human race off. When the war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die, are a sign of anger, that it will of course Before words of peace must be spoken. Our troop transport ship had before the dawn through the thickest fog nothing of our destination or what was sailed Surrounded written to the Captain’s Log. It did not take long for me to see Our cruise was not for the fun of a unique experience for us, nowhere to run. Twenty knots per hour, we die as the white caps passed us tens of thousands of young Americans to Europe to cruising. A sailor told us not a day we would get our worries mail. Uncle Sam would make sure No matter how far we go sailing. Thirty feet deep, I have tried our ship under the water line just the place for claustrophobia sleep come into my head. My favorite vest was my May West Was I the whole time just in case were the German U-boats Or an underwater mine. Thirty-three days we were at sea we crossed the equator twice. Many years have passed since then Those years of sacrifice. Many brave souls lived bravery, unlamented and unknown before now on her face. Lost somewhere in the distant night Till a poet chronicles their grace. True bravery is shown by performing without witness what one be able, before the world without seeing any or all. How great the brave who rest in peace All blessings from heaven to earth. They gave our country, but their best Those destined to be, brave from birth. PEARL HARBOR Sunday, December seventh in 1941, while most of Hawaii still slept Came the planes of the rising sun. Waves of bombers and fighters flew from the decks of the Japanese ships. While our planes were still on the ground, “Banzai” was spoken from their lips. The winds of war had on the oceans of our planet, although only since blowing Pearl had been bombed, we have to understand what freedom is worth. Wars are fought and won on two fronts at home and on the battle line. Both are equally important, if war consumes our heart and mind. The attack brought us the Second World War with the death, pain and separation. All who had served well, were her sacrifice for the nation known. CONFLICT The harder the conflict we sometimes face the much more glorious is the victory. Tyranny like hell is hard to kill, if he throws his head through the story. War never leaves a country as it is in a neutral word was not included. As the murderous hands of the people themselves are all to blame have left. D-DAY the wall more than two hundred rangers scaled “The Wall” A stone cliff over a hundred feet high. Some of them made it all the way up, while others fell and perished from their drop. Those who climbed over, had answered the call of God to men to stop the evil one and for all. They fought the Germans and destroyed their weapons around the lives of our fathers and sons. So many years have passed since then, as we had saved the future of the world of brave men. We must not forget that she went through hell before the sky turned blue again. D-DAY D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict that shaded the front end of Hitler’s dream. The largest joint combat landing ever Though the blood from both sides flowed like a river. When the boats hit the sand, their ramps went down, and all within a visit to hell. She jumped well to do for their country and kill the enemy without fail. They fought the Germans, tides, wind and waves conditions are not easy to foresee. That night was the battle in our favor with bravery, courage, death and men who scream. The corpses littered the beach for five miles Though heroism had carried the day. With literally thousands of determined dead or wounded Those who remained were to remain. They were facing great opportunities and chose not to protest and won the war that put to shame the evil. Most came home, married and raised their babies, but the ones we could not remember the pain. MIDWAY It was in June, the fourth 1942 when I was in the ocean alone The ship had sailed, I was swimming, fell to the ground and I thought I would never see home again. The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east with the intentions of capturing Midway. Although they by American warships whose guns, bombs and torpedoes planes saved were stopped. Throughout the night, I saw the fireworks of war And on the second day we turned the heating. How big bombers from Hawaii dropped their loads on Japanese ships, which soon decided to retreat. An imperial pilot came floating in the vicinity who had chewed on by the beasts of the sea. I could not help but passion for this is the man who answered his call, just as I had. When it was over, I was plucked from the depths of men in a lifeboat just after dawn. For two days I have been watching the battle of Midway had Now it is quiet, and the enemy is gone. SURVIVAL I drove all night and was losing my hope, before the moon light I saw the dry. I floated over and through its reefs to the beach, where I quickly smoothed out my footprints in the sand. All I had was my dagger and a canteen and it was the fourth May 43rd Just me alone on an island enemy not a safe place for a sailor to be. I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat If that’s what it took for me to survive. I had already said thanks so many times for “God” was the reason why I was alive. Off in the dark, I herd two men’s voices do not laugh and talk in one language, mine. Inch by inch I their campsite where on what they ate, I’d slipped to feed soon. I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice wine and then ran back my way to the raft by the beach. Soon I was floating in the sea again, and far enough out where bullets could not reach. The next day I was picked up by a seaplane, whose crew spotted my sail from the air. may be called inside and sure I have the child for whom the dead were to be there forever. It was hard to believe heaven let me live a farm boy from Kansas, in high school last year. My girlfriend is blond and she hates it I ‘m Although I am a veteran of the battle, death, and the fear away. OKINAWA Okinawa was our last stop before we conquered Japan. The largest of the landing of the Pacific war when our soldiers ran across the sand. At first our marines were scarcely opposed But on the fifth day of the hell they found. A solid wall of human resistance, firing their weapons from caves in the earth. Air power and artillery had little impact on their rock hewn fort deep in the limestone. It took man against man, in order to eradicate them, as flying bullets pierced flesh and bone. Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes Knocking out transports and war ships. As the Imperial Air Force struck our fleet Cries of fear and hate spewed from the lips. One hundred ten thousand Japanese were killed by the end of the battle. Over twelve thousand Americans died before our flag flew only over the field. Battle of the Atlantic after the fall of France in 1940, the Germans soon began their own blockade with most of their efforts into the Atlantic hoping Britain’s flow of war cut off trade. With fast surface raiders caught as the Bismarck merchant ships at sea, had little chance. The German navy sank ship after ship of the small British Navy destroyed war Till romance. Shipping losses from German U-boats increased and the battle seemed lost in the Atlantic. But soon America would enter the war to defeat the enemies of freedom at any cost. Multitudes would die and their families cry Before World War II would be fought until the end. What a waste of humanity, who had lost her mind now though, our enemy our friend. Separation of the truest words to express the my love I speak to you from my heart. May we always remember how we feel, although we are forced by the conflict to participate. No one can say how long it is not a life forever. But most hope, blessed by the love of our Casting who is not. As the fear of battle bites my flesh My thoughts of home help keep me healthy. There is no guarantee that I survive, but either way, I shall serve without shame. If the cold hand of death for me, I pray to reach my soul awaken from sleep. To the voice of God, and assured me that my mind, he is elected to hold. So I try to remember, while I do that the person I need most’m gone, you are. I will like hell to stay alive at home to return to the love I did fight. If you’re a POW POW You find you have lost your liberty and more The man with the gun tells you become what you long as you did for freedom, you had to do. Their will to survive helps you alive Though sometimes you wish you were dead. Tortures far beyond a normal mind And there is no security, even in your bed. Bullets, barbed wire, searchlights and sharp teeth Keep you in a place you want to be. The food is terrible, and sometimes moves and you have no choice, what you see or hear. The lucky are released and return home Though in their dreams their fate is uncertain. War can be hell, but confinement is worse cause afterwards you never know how you were. General Quarters district, General Quarters all hands man your battle station! Sunday morning, December 7 As war confronted our nation. We soon found out it was not a drill But instead it was a war for real. As you can see the death of friends and comrades, it is more anger than fear you feel. Japanese warplanes came flying low As I took aim with my visor. From the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl Damaged, though crew still eager to fight. I saw the face of a pilot who is surrounded by black smoke and fire crashed. Some of my bullets must have found their mark. For his death was but my desire! Two thousand, 323 killed in battle less than two hours. gone with the heart of our Pacific Fleet naval powers had flexed its Japan. The bombing and shelling from ships and troops caused our Congress to declare full war. Where many a man put his life Fighting for flag, country and much more. KENNEDY = The war years, PT-109 After the attack on Pearl Harbor He applied for sea duty in the war. Where Lieutenant John F. Kennedy was known for his bravery and more. In the dark hours before dawn on 2 August of 43. Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat through the blackness of the night at sea. PT 109, was on Solomon’s patrol with a 12-man crew in a plywood craft. A Japanese destroyer plowed into the night Ramming and cutting Kennedy’s boat in half. Two of the crew just disappeared A third was badly burned. Kennedy threw himself on the deck was where the pain of his leadership he earned. Some of his men had never learned to swim As he gathered them on the bobbing bow. The hours passed tell it seemed it would fall for an island so they, and here is just made. He ordered those who could swim to the other was hanging from a beam. Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor and off they tread through the ocean stream. With his teeth on the burned man’s vest straps Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles clenched. 5 hours later they all made it in spite of their hardships, sharks and studies. The next problem was how to help raise, without attracting the enemy everywhere. After several attempts swimming to other islands, finally found two natives in a canoe. Kennedy scratched a note on a coconut to provide a base 38 miles away. The news made it, and they were rescued and their courage still lives. FLY-BOYS World War I World War II gave us the fly-boys, who were flying by the seat of their pants. Many would never of war, while others survived by chance to return. Their planes were mostly canvas and wood Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas. Every pilot carried his pistol Wearing leather, scarf and goggles of glass. Pilots had no parachutes to escape their burning plane. Many were forced, after her death or self inflect a bullet into the brain. Blimp, where, as battleships of the sky The roar of their engines announced reason for fear. They flew so high they were hard to shoot in the sky, hidden up to their goals. Tracer bullets were used for the first time the guns of airplanes to a fire airships. The sky has become man’s highway of death wish with duty and honor their driving. How many Fly-boys we lost, because then the days of the First World War and more? Where do we get these brave souls of chance Who rise from the others in battles of the war? The American Civil War in 1860, life was good until its simplicity ended one day. The North wanted the Union chose to break away during the South store. America was torn apart six hundred thousand died. During four years of total war were weeping women without men. The sad fact of the Civil War is what is left at the end. Too often affects both men evil enemy and friend destroyed. The problem was, once it started there was no peace or compromise. Total victory must be called out in anger the eyes of the men would leave. Destroy all that helps the enemy was the cry of both sides. All that riding to victory on the death of the horse had received. Black men in old uniforms Became the Union keep dressed. They fought and died for their freedom and their rights they earned and deserve. Lifestyles would forever change For all who survived the war. There was over, it began with such suffering, misery, and much more. Both sides prayed to the same God and spoke words from the Bible. The prayers of both were not answered for all those involved be held liable. The Kansas FRONTIER Coronado, was found in his search for gold for Spain the first European on the green Kansas plane. Explorers and traders arriving from France. They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced. At the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark, two men by the river named Lewis and Clark. A large number of Indians relocated from the East forced Kansas where the buffalo feast. Many a cowboy decided to stay It was not very long and most Indians were forced away. When Missouri joined the Union, the slave-free states reached. Which way would Kansas vote Congress was eager to see? The Heart-Landers were bleeding, their cities were on fire, as the Raiders tried out the slave states, their desire force. The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob of revenge came John Brown, who would rob and murder. Kansas joined the Union, when the civil war began. After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their man. Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed over the state. Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate. Those Frontier Days are long gone, though the sunflower is still here My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo roam with the deer. Black Powder BRIDGE A courier hands are his papers for me to driver instructions from Robert E. Lee. I advised this is the time to stop the movement of troops on the Line Rock Iceland. I muster my men and they load the boats We powder our pistols and darken our coats. Traveling the currents glides, the sun from his eyes as brave men gathered with a purpose have to fight. We will start a bridge before the moonrise The Yankees who are here, will soon be the flies feed. The evil of war feeds on my brain as I destroy the backup light to a train. Before we consider a frame of wood and tar as we willowed our oars for a sand bank.
Christians have a new dimension in the history of anticipation of the return of Christ to the earth. A drama going on with God and men believe all are created equal worth. Some have asked why must we study history It encourages us to just live in the past. When we poured the history we repeat its mistakes as the result of mankind forget. THE ALAMO The leaves of the poplars hung like outside the walls Santa Anna’s horde closed in. A small group of Texans watched and waited motionless occupied by fighting and life would end up like. The battle from building to building Till the old mission’s chapel was raging was the last to fall. Over 180 Texans died fighting for the man never give in, surrender or crawl. Six weeks later Sam Houston gathered his forces with “Remember the Alamo” as a battle cry. Attacking and defeating Santa Anna to win the Army, seeking independence for Texas or die. The Spanish word for “cottonwood” is “Alamo” The long time popular name for the mission. Today, the thick walls, old chapel still stands as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition preserved. After General Washington commanded, he boxed in the British in Boston, where he captured Dorchester Heights overlooking made to the British at his mercy as his men aimed their guns websites. The British commander had but one choice to go to New York to renew the fight. Where is the much larger British forces soon drove Washington’s man in full flight. They sat on Pennsylvania After crossing the Hudson in retreat with the British forces in hot pursuit It looked as though George was doomed to defeat. When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting That’s when Washington crossed the Delaware. On this Christmas night he captured Trenton Where Hesse were surprised and unaware. He whipped the British at Princeton, which began in the victory of his men to sing. Washington then wintered at Morristown training his troops for the battle of spring. Washington fought bravely at Brandywine And again at a place called Germantown But the British were the victors as the dead of both sides covered the ground early Americans were blessed spring, when the French entered the war on their side. Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge with the help of the French they marched in stride. The fighting raged on in the north and south as the King’s soldiers laid waste the country. Washington itself was in great despair plea for aid for his weakened command. His prayers were answered by 5,000 soldiers and a French fleet, the Chesapeake Bay found. They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown Who to play drums to victory surrendered. Yorktown was really the end of the war, although not entirely clear that many of the deed yet. But the British soon grew tired of the struggle and the conditions for the end were signed and set. Washington wanted to retire at home But his country chose him first president. Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support for it believed that “he,” was sent from God. All poems by
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