this is a poem that i wrote the other day. we were giving the assingment to give something to the soilders in iraq something from our heart. i wrote this. please let me know what you think. my teaher who was a vietnam vet and so did me grandfather who is a vet also, they both read it and were very touched.

Freedom because of the brave

they're brothers, mothers, daughters, and sons
wearing boots and toting guns
laying down their only life
setting aside their worries and strifes
they're in a world full of hate
where every move can determine their fate
they miss the simple things they left behind
and constanly keep them on their mind
they face a harsh reality
and pray for immortality
they share a special bond with each other
like that of a friend or brother
they see things that they'll never share
with someone who wasn't over there
cause they don't expect us to understand
we have never had to save our home land
they want reassurance that they're loved and needed
so that their misson can be completed
they love the gifts, food, and cards
for when the nights get hard
but they need support most of all
so their victory flag can fly nice and tall

by caitlyn wheeler

please don't take this without asking
thanks for all that you have done
caitlyn