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Oct 2016
A silent prayer to my Master on high
This war on terrorism now makes me cry
My sister in arms, received news, and I knew
Her husband of nine years, didn’t make it through
This war on terrorism had taken his life
Now a widow with children, no longer a wife
Her once happy outlook, now shattered at best
Going on without him will be quite a test
So, I sit and wonder when my time will arrive
When I am sent to fight, will I live or will I die
For my country I love, I will fight and defend
With prayers that I’ll make it from start to the end
I’d put myself at risk, with just a rifle in hand
While reminiscing of putting a ring on wife’s hand
Thinking of my love ones, forever on my mind
Making it through this sends chills throughout my spine
But, if I don’t, please box me up and ship me west
And tell my loved ones, I tried my best
Let my wife know, that in heaven I’ll wait
Till the day I can kiss her at the pearly white gates
So, my silent prayer to God I send
That He would keep me safe, from start till end
Robert Smith
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Robert Smith
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   --- and Doug Potter
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