(Poem Of Reality) Too The Trees (A Soldiers Prayer Of Survival On The Battlefield)

TOO THE TREES

 

To the trees my Captain yells

Across this open field of green

Flowers blooming from spring rains

Will they be the last thing I smell or see

Are there Cross Hairs locked upon my brain

Will a gray pill be the last thing that I feel

 

 

All those trees, are those just branches looking at me

Or will this effort to reach them be the death of me

Leaving my bones to rot among the flowers in this field

Do I run as fast as I can with my breath held in prayer

Or do I play the coward using my brothers as a shield

Letting them taste first the fiery breath of Hell’s lead

 

 

If in the trees our enemy is waiting there for you and me to kill

When to the trees the Captain yells do we jump up and run like hell

Should we low crawl chins dug into the mud hoping were not shelled

Will we be a fool if we do stand up and charge toward the row of trees

Or will we die in this field of green if we raise our head above the weeds

Life is a war, every breath is a chance it will be the last one we breathe

 

 

To the trees like the charge ordered by General Robert E Lee

Like life itself no matter what we do, doubting itself is a gamble

Do we run in hope or do we cower in fear, do we die here, or there

This field to me so beautiful, there are worse places to be my grave

If we just cower here in the mud and never step out onto life’s field

We know we will never get out of this life alive, so what do we do

 

 

Hold your breath and pray, now step into this field of life or death

If in life we choose to never seek the thrills, then a cowards life we live

The fields of life we will not cross, nor the flowers will we ever smell

If we lived our life without the thrills, can we truly say we ever lived

To the trees child, to the trees, up off your ass and face your trees

(Poem Of Reality) Too The Trees (A Soldiers Prayer Of Survival On The Battlefield)

TOO THE TREES

 

To the trees my Captain yells

Across this open field of green

Flowers blooming from spring rains

Will they be the last thing I smell or see

Are there Cross Hairs locked upon my brain

Will a gray pill be the last thing that I feel

 

 

All those trees, are those just branches looking at me

Or will this effort to reach them be the death of me

Leaving my bones to rot among the flowers in this field

Do I run as fast as I can with my breath held in prayer

Or do I play the coward using my brothers as a shield

Letting them taste first the fiery breath of Hell’s lead

 

 

If in the trees our enemy is waiting there for you and me to kill

When to the trees the Captain yells do we jump up and run like hell

Should we low crawl chins dug into the mud hoping were not shelled

Will we be a fool if we do stand up and charge toward the row of trees

Or will we die in this field of green if we raise our head above the weeds

Life is a war, every breath is a chance it will be the last one we breathe

 

 

To the trees like the charge ordered by General Robert E Lee

Like life itself no matter what we do, doubting itself is a gamble

Do we run in hope or do we cower in fear, do we die here, or there

This field to me so beautiful, there are worse places to be my grave

If we just cower here in the mud and never step out onto life’s field

We know we will never get out of this life alive, so what do we do

 

 

Hold your breath and pray, now step into this field of life or death

If in life we choose to never seek the thrills, then a cowards life we live

The fields of life we will not cross, nor the flowers will we ever smell

If we lived our life without the thrills, can we truly say we ever lived

To the trees child, to the trees, up off your ass and face your trees

Israel I Love You But You Must Charge Your Soldier With First Degree Murder

 

 

Israel I am a person who is a Christian by choice who was born and raised in the United States of America. I have never set foot in the Holy Lands (never been able to afford to go) yet I have prayed for you for many decades now. Prayed for you all to have peace in your own days, trying to understand the reasons why you don’t. I do by my beliefs tend to side with Israel on most, but not all issues. Israel, just like the United States has based our very existence on a few basic thoughts and beliefs. Things like loyalty to a loving, caring, living God or, at least the decencies that come upon a community if most in it are of like mind. Jewish and Christian ‘rights’ came from what is taught in the Bible Testaments, New and Old.

 

Now this old mans thoughts on the issue of honest, what is right from wrong, what is cold-blooded murder and what is not. The IDF is correct in my opinion for not backing this soldier, from the evidence I have seen and heard the soldier committed the horrible crime of murder. Christian and Jewish  believing people who confess to actively serving God can not tell their own government that it is okay for their police or soldiers to shoot an unarmed person lying on the ground! How can we condemn another culture/society for doing such things yet support the shooter when it is one of our own? I know that the man the soldier shot had just committed a knife attack on another person but it has to be more than just a motto that our security people can not be ‘judge, jury, and executioner’!  Truth, Justice, and the Godly way? If we choose to act evilly then Evil itself has already won (for now) this battle of Thrones.

The Quiet Soldier Within You, Have You Ever Served?

 

This post today is one of contemplation, one where there is no correct or incorrect answer. When I was a young man I was of the belief that a man should serve at least two years active duty then two years reserve in service to their own country. This I felt was a great way for a young man to lose his ‘punk-ness’ and a great way to help a young man grow up into a decent adult human being, there is more ‘to it’ these days with the wars and such. I have never felt like a veteran though I know that by all legality I am. I am no war hero nor do I have battles to write books about, I was only active duty for seven months and I never left the States so there is no foreign love affair to write about either. I was struck by lightning while in Army Boot Camp, six plus months later I was discharged because I couldn’t do the minimum requirements that the Service (Army) needed a soldier to do. But this is not the story line that I want today’s post to be about, because I don’t want to be the subject matter. Though a good story on how often the VA has come so close to killing me several times over the years is in fact, a whole other story in itself. Today America along with every other nation on Earth is at war whether we wish to be or not. The free world has had war declared on us all. It is my opinion that for a person to not realize this they are in many ways out of touch with a reality that can easily kill you if they choose to take advantage of your stupidity.

 

I am not judging anyone here today whether they ever served their Country in the military or not. For those of us who raised our right hand and swore an oath to our Nation, do you still feel to this day the same way? Would you today take up arms against attackers of your Nation? I hope that everyone who has taken that oath before still feel the same about protecting their own country they live in.  But now I am going to broaden the question a bit. What if your Nation is the instigator, what then? Examples: I agreed with going into Afghanistan but I did not agree with the decision to go into Iraq. If I had been on active duty when these decisions were made I would have followed orders but I would not have felt the same about going into someones else’s country, being the aggressor, and shooting them on their own soil. I would have followed orders, especially after I felt/heard a bullet or two go by. Those of you whom have never taken that oath to your country even though you are or were old enough to do so, why didn’t you. Don’t need an outside answer, this is just one of those posts where I try to get folks to just open up and talk to themselves (quietly, might be a good idea). I am just trying to get people to think, even if draft age days are long ago in our rear view mirror we can still think, we can still remember. If you are a person who has always said they would not fight a war in another country, what have you always said about fighting in a war that is brought to your own country, will you fight then? The fact that our children and our children’s children will still be fighting in a war that my generation did not have to grow up with is a sad reality. Ideologies of hate only breed like the disease that they are, they breed and they grow until they are exterminated. There are millions that feel that way about you whether you feel that way about them or not. Ignorance makes the heart grow deader quicker.

 

(Poem Of Reality) Too The Trees (A Soldiers Prayer Of Survival On The Battlefield)

TOO THE TREES

 

To the trees my Captain yells

Across this open field of green

Flowers blooming from spring rains

Will they be the last thing I smell or see

Are there Cross Hairs locked upon my brain

Will a gray pill be the last thing that I feel

 

 

All those trees, are those just branches looking at me

Or will this effort to reach them be the death of me

Leaving my bones to rot among the flowers in this field

Do I run as fast as I can with my breath held in prayer

Or do I play the coward using my brothers as a shield

Letting them taste first the fiery breath of Hell’s lead

 

 

If in the trees our enemy is waiting there for you and me to kill

When to the trees the Captain yells do we jump up and run like hell

Should we low crawl chins dug into the mud hoping were not shelled

Will we be a fool if we do stand up and charge toward the row of trees

Or will we die in this field of green if we raise our head above the weeds

Life is a war, every breath is a chance it will be the last one we breathe

 

 

To the trees like the charge ordered by General Robert E Lee

Like life itself no matter what we do, doubting itself is a gamble

Do we run in hope or do we cower in fear, do we die here, or there

This field to me so beautiful, there are worse places to be my grave

If we just cower here in the mud and never step out onto life’s field

We know we will never get out of this life alive, so what do we do

 

 

Hold your breath and pray, now step into this field of life or death

If in life we choose to never seek the thrills, then a cowards life we live

The fields of life we will not cross, nor the flowers will we ever smell

If we lived our life without the thrills, can we truly say we ever lived

To the trees child, to the trees, up off your ass and face your trees

Young Soldier

Young Soldier

 

When we were young did we not all play

Pretending to be Generals and Sergeants

In our backyards or barns filled with hay

President Mom calling a truce

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, no spills I guess

When young, is not time and the world

Our personal sandbox full of new thrills

17 who can now say that I am not a man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 with 203 in my hand

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

With one finger the trigger I quietly squeeze

One less breath, one less man

As the earth inhales their blood

To me one more notch, one more trophy

As his last breath leaves with the wind

Is there blood on your conscience

For the blood on your hands

Not knowing your temple

Is the target

17 your life is over

Before it began