Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s 50 America at War Poems

TomZart asked:



The White House



March 16, 2007


Ms. 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 of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.


Best Wishes.


George W. Bush




Weakness invites moral plight, war and aggression

Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.

All we love can be destroyed and transformed

By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.


When something wicked stares us in the face

To corrupt our morals, faith and resolve.

God gives us courage to defend what’s right

No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.


Evil seeks to destroy the good in man

And silence the memory of God’s law.

It’s up to the faithful to stay unyielding

Defending the liberty and justice of all.


Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way

Are the armor of what the free world depends on.

Without their sacrifice of body and soul

All that we stand for is gone.


Sometimes it’s hard to protect what is right

Sometimes we’re scorned as for others we fight.

Some of us are willing regardless of loss

To commit our soul to save the cross.


Evil prospers on greed and human hate

Always eager to destroy and defecate.

God’s grace descends on the souls of man

Cleansing the impure wherever He can.

As long as man has struggled on earth

Life has had its troubles from birth.

God’s seed of goodness has delayed man’s demise

Thank Heaven for his heroes the strong and the wise.


The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday

Just how numerous, only He could say.

God loves his soldiers who line up to serve

By standing against evil His grace they deserve.



America, the abundant, the place I was born

I’ll cherish till the day I die.

Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground

Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky

With prairies where the green grasses grow.

There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest

With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed

As raindrops or crystallized snow;

Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes

While the winds of our seasons blow.

There’s the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train

Racing on ribbons of steel

With the harvest of farms and from the factories

Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall

Structures of concrete, glass and steel.

A statue in a harbor, a present from France

Describes how, 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, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought

Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.

Safeguarding our borders and system of life

As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America

And march with the brave, faithful and just.

Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies

Standing firm to preserve what we trust.




All through history man was born to struggle

Surviving nature, disease, greed, and war.

Since his conception he has remained the same

Choosing to serve evil or good as before.


Our boys and girls face the teeth of the dog

In hot spots all over our earth.

They leave their families and all they love

To protect and preserve what liberty is worth.


The foes they face are the mad dogs of man

With a desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.

They sing and dance to the death of others

Teaching principles of **** till the grave.


Support our troops who battle the horde

While we live the good life back home.

When you see a soldier show them your smile

Say “hello we love you and your not alone.”




Wherever dwell the mad dogs of man

There is corruption, plunder and ****.

In every city, town, or village

Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.

All are born as an innocent child

Till mislead by others along the way.

God has always loved his children

Though it breaks His heart when they stray.


The mad dogs of man never repent

For they have no sense of shame or sorrow.

Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life

Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow.


God gives the will to sin no more

And to overcome evil unwilling to cease.

The mad dogs of man must be stopped

Who murder, **** and destroy world peace.


Samson, Solomon, and David

Were chosen by God to stand tall.

They faced great odds and the fear of death

Refusing to ignore their call.

The time has come for the good men of earth

To band together to restrain the horde.

Standing firm against tyranny where it exists

Putting the mad dogs of man to the sword.



Wars are waged by older men

In battle rooms in countries apart.

Who call for greater firepower

And troops for the combat chart.

While out among the shattered flesh

The dreams of all have turned gray.

So young and determined their faces were

Till on the battlefield they lay.

Unable to overcome their pride

The politicians cast their vote.

For this or that or something else

As the rage of war sounds its note.

Wherever wars are won or lost

The soldiers fall like toys.

Down through history it remains the same

Most who die are hardly more than boys.

Like monkeys in a revolving cage

Man squabbles for the peanuts of power.

When will we rise above our greed

And become as a beautiful flower?

Death to death, dust to dust

The wrath of war is a horrible crime.

It’s the beast within that still prevails

As it has through the torments of time.


As war is fought it takes charge

And events spin out of control.

The madness of men can alter the soil

Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change

Far more then wished to be.

As the wrath of war starts to destroy

Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man

Religion, state, and sanity.

Any scourge is more preferred

Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change

And all who die are a token

Of the rage that must run it’s course

Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race

But war itself with its ugly face.

When we lose faith in the brave, which die

Then we’re not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn’t death

But that man is slain by fellow man.

Crushed by cruelty and injustice

With his enemy’s murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers

So the losers won’t suffer alone.

The essence of war is but violence

Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it’s hard to defend what’s right

Sometimes we’re forced to rise up and fight.

Sometimes we survive, while others must die

Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz

Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.

Hunting one another like wild game

Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick

Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.

Sometimes God is asked to intervene

To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death

Fueled by the whisper of the devil’s breath.

There must be a reason man destroys man

But why it is so, I can’t understand.



After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack

America now mourns to her very core.

Though soon her enemies shall all but flee

From the sound of America waging full war.

Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all

That the devil has decided to give us a call.

We shall defeat hell’s soldiers and cast them out

And if we die; that’s what freedom is about.

We shall seek them out wherever they may hide

Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave.

They will be eradicated from the face of the earth

By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.


Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders

Our world becomes more dangerous each day.

Dishonest politicians, criminals and the media

Survive by their falsehoods at play.

Bible believers preach, that the end is near

Our world as a whole is beyond reform.

God will eradicate all which is wicked

By His fire of eruption and storm.

To evil’s victory, I will never concede

May its supporters anguish in hell.

By the grace of God and the power of faith

The goodness of man will prevail.

What we accomplish is heaven’s measure

As patriots respond to the threats of man.

Protect and defend what we love till death

As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.


Our sons and daughters serve in harms way

To defend our way of life.

Some are students, some grandparents

Many a husband or wife.

They face great odds without complaint

Gambling life and limb for little pay.

So far away from all they love

Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

The plotters and planners of America’s doom

Pledge to murder and maim all they can.

From early childhood they are taught

To kill is to become a man.

They exploit their young as weapons of choice

Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.

Destroying lives along with their own

To learn of their falsehoods too late.

The fearful cry we must submit

And find a way to soothe them.

Where defenders worry if we stand down

The future for America is grim.

Now’s not the time to fight one another

Or kiss our enemy’s cheek.

All through history it remains the same

The strong enslave the weak.

May God continue to bless America

Refusing evil, the upper hand.

It’s up to us to stay resolute

Defending the liberty of Man.


So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home

As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone.

Everyday I see death, hate, and corruption

Combat is God’s proof of man’s malfunction

For family, comrades, and myself I pray

To my love with this poem I wish to convey.

I knew I loved you though never how much

Till by war, I’m forced beyond your touch.

Where violence thrives, there’s the stench of death

With the taste of fear on every breath.

Who shall prevail, who shall die

As the sadistic kill beneath God’s sky.

Baghdad has become man’s highway to hell

Where the hearts of darkness are alive and well.

I count each day till it’s time to come home

And be with my love and never alone.

Love You

Your Marine



In their new uniforms

The young march off

Not knowing who shall return.

With a proud devotion

They brandish their flag

Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.

May we all be buried

By all of our children

Is an ancient tribal prayer.

They’re so easy to lose

But so hard to forget

Such a burden for a parent to bear.

Oh, the taste of victory

Shall soon be forgotten

But, never that which was lost.

For those rows of white headstones

In peaceful green fields

Make it easy to tally the cost.

America has survived all attempts to destroy

Knowing the cruelty of war

And, we who remain

Must help keep her free

For those who can march no more!


Our flag is fabric wove of thread

Carried by heroes live and dead.

She stands for justice and courage too

With her colors; red, white and blue.

For all who serve her, there’ll be cheers

For any who die, there’ll be tears.

For all who love her, life is swell

For those who harm her, war is hell.

How many moms have cried before

As they sent their children to war.

How many dads have not returned

Because our freedom must be earned.

Wars were waged where brave men died

As patriots fought side by side.

Our flag is still the pearl of earth

Because of those who prove her worth.


I dedicate this poem from inside my tent

As the desert winds keep it’s silhouette bent.

My love of country is at full boil now

I’d like to describe it but it’s hard to know how.

Tomorrow I’ll hunt those who enjoy our death

Cursed by their hatred and foulness of breath.

I don’t care if it’s another God they serve

For their crime’s retribution is what they deserve.

Their horde survives by a different set of rules,

Though soon they’ll learn the fate of murderous fools.

Proudly I serve my homeland and president

Who I’ve sworn to defend one hundred percent.

While haunted by visions of what I must do

I fight for justice, and the red, white, and blue.


The cost of freedom is sometimes high

Extremely more when our loved one’s die.

Men and women pledged to fight and serve

And it’s our support that they deserve.

Mankind itself is the one to blame

That all through history, the story’s the same.

Peace, like love, can be hard to acquire

Subject always to 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’s sky.

The danger our solders face is real

So lets let them know just how we feel.

Put forth your flag and show them your heart

As those we love from us depart.


Determined though scared, I walk my beat

On the deadly streets of Baghdad.

Searching for any who plot our harm

Or by our death are joyous and glad.

Standing in shadows caused by the moon

I’m reminded of my nights back home.

I wonder if the woman I love

Is growing tired of sleeping alone?

I feel remorse for all who live here

For this place is a madman’s hell.

And those who wish to keep it that way

Must be killed or locked away in jail.

My greatest fear is not my death

But that I’ll end up in a wheelchair.

Disabled for the rest of my life,

Depending on others for my care.

My wife, she prays for my safe return

As night and day more GI’s are killed.

She knows quite well, whatever it takes

The oath I’ve given will be fulfilled.


The king of Baghdad has fallen

Never to dictate again.

Man shall sentence him for this crimes

And heaven shun him for his sin.

For his tyranny, he was famous

In every capital on earth.

Till apprehended in his spider hole

Completely stripped of his worth.

He is guilty of **** and genocide

While he ruled without remorse.

His power and prestige were toppled

Once George Bush set his course.

Though it may seem that the wicked triumph

And have conquered by their brutality of hand,

Through the power of faith they are defeated

By the seed of goodness in man.


America is the birthday cake of earth

As the ants march from every direction.

Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her

Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection.

Since the first day George Washington marched off to war

There have been those who have wished our demise.

Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed

Was defeated by our brave and the wise.

Once again, we must face a formidable foe

Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all

Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill

As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

Some say we should try to appease them

For if we resist, they’ll **** us even more.

But the David’s among us shall cast our stones

Defeating them, as it was done before.


Should tomorrow start without me

Remember I love you.

Looking down from up above

Seeing everything you do.

If I become a casualty

I pray you will love again

Whom ever makes you happy

I’ll consider my friend.

Should tomorrow start without me

Remind our boys, God loves all who care.

And when life seems too harsh and cruel

With “Him” they must share their prayer.

I have proven I’m not a coward

Who breaks and runs to survive.

Always fearing death will kiss me

As the streets of Baghdad I drive.

Should tomorrow start without me

Be 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’t help but want to hold you

And whisper what I say.


Our soldiers line up to be remembered

As the best of the best at their job.

They wish to be needed and depended on

To save all we love from the mob.

They risk their life and limb for liberty

Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.

To be part of something greater than themselves

They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take.


Thank heaven for the heroes of life

Who lead us to overcome those who are not.

The wise are grateful for all God’s blessings

Where fools never realize what they’ve got.

America is the grain train of earth

Whose people exercise rule by their vote.

All have a chance to partake and prosper

As they arrive by foot, plane or boat.

Our freedom relies on the law of the land

Our future depends on our grit.

Our past has known both good and bad

And our mistakes we are willing to admit.

The grim of heart **** America

And choose to put her wonders to shame

The devotion of most who love and live here

Rise up to defeat the soldiers of blame.


I know I’m still here so far, far away

As I fight for what I believe is right.

I wonder about you and your mom

Every moment of every day and night.

The loneliness of war can drive you insane

If you don’t get letters of concern from home.

Left, right, behind and ahead,

Death awaits leaving love ones alone.

We pray to God that we will be saved

To return home or live the here after.

Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday

As we yearn for those times of laughter.

The far off stare of a fallen comrade

As you stay by his side till his end.

No mother ever carried her infant child

More carefully, than we do a friend.

Many have their own personal diaries

To help keep their faculties together.

Watching hot steel crash into human flesh

Always makes home seem far away and better.

I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving

So try not to worry too much about me.

Just help your mom and stand up from the ground

And while I’m gone be all you can be.


The Japanese hadn’t lost a war since 1598

Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition

(twice as many as an American infantryman)

With five days rations and fearless determination.

The men in the badly wrapped brown uniforms

Since their early childhood had been taught

That to die for the emperor and one’s country

Was the greatest of all glories to be sought.

Moreover, the hardware backing them was awesome

As sharpshooters they were accurate up to a thousand yards and more.

Their ships were faster, their guns bigger, Their torpedoes better

And their planes matchless in quality, aerobatics and score.

Only by sacrifice, transformation, and unrestricted warfare

Was America able to overcome and prevail.

Again America must stand firm to survive

As we face a new monster from Hell.



I’m just a soldier who stands in the rain

My memories of home are what keep me sane.

Back home is a land of milk and honey

Ruled by lust and love of money.

But, what can I say, when I serve her true

For I volunteered to see this war through.

Now, that I’m here, it’s hard to believe

We’re just the victims of those who deceive.

As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam

Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.

It’s thousands of miles to the steps of my church

With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.

Off in the distance I see an arc light

Bombs being dropped on children at night.

I’ve seen that evil they call the yellow rain

And how life withers when it’s sprayed by a plane.

All of my buddies have been taken away

No more touch football will they ever play.

Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home

Are some of the bravest, I’ve ever known.

War is a hell, devised by man

There’s death in the sea, the sky and the land.

Lord, I can’t help but wish I were home

Back with my love, whom I hope is alone?


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 each day.

The last time we played baseball

You reached for me with your hand.

I looked at you, then made a wish

That I might be just half the man.

I love my father of this earth

And I love my father of heaven.

It’s a lot for me to love, you know

For I’m only eleven.

Mom and I sure miss you

Since you left to defend our flag.

When others ask, where is your dad

I can’t help but boast and brag.


We awoke to the ***** of rifle fire

With mortar rounds hitting the ground near by.

The flying shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags

Which saved lots of us who wished not 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 fought to live and not for a thrill.

Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll

As red and green tracers lit up the sky.

Before long I was the last GI left

When napalm caused my enemy to fry.

Fleeing the sound of our choppers gunfire

The enemy retreated to the caves and trees.

Then I cried, “thank you ” to heaven above

As I checked out my buddies on my knees.

Somehow I managed to survive the day

Though many I’ve served with names I have read

Carved in the shinny black stone of The Wall

Are my comrades of war, among the dead.

KOREA 1950

UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat

Behind sandbags protected by barbwire hoops.

Many GI’s died as they held off attacks

By 810,000 Communist troops.

Our guys used phosphorus, flame-throwers and napalm

For without these weapons they could not survive.

The Communist charges led by buglers

Till the UN could start it’s offensive drive.

On the battlefield of death and misery

Many froze with their hands still stuck to their guns.

While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags

City boys, farmers, students, fathers and sons.

With a million and a half dead or wounded

Both sides singed a truce before generals involved.

July 27th, 1953

And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was solved.



As war is fought it takes charge

And events spin out of control.

The madness of men can alter the soil

Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change

Far more then wished to be.

As the wrath of war starts to destroy

Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man

Religion, state, and sanity.

Any scourge is more preferred

Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change

And all who die are a token

Of the rage that must run it’s course

Before words of peace are spoken.


Our ship had sailed before the dawn

Surrounded by the thickest of fog

Still ignorant of our destination

Or what was written in the captain’s log.

It didn’t take long for me to see

Our cruise was not for fun

An experience of a lifetime

With nowhere for us to run.

Twenty knots per hour we cruised

As the white caps passed us by

Ten thousand young Americans

Off to Europe to die.

A sailor told us not to worry

Someday we’d get our mail.

Uncle Sam would make sure

No matter how far we sail.

Thirty feet deep I tried to sleep

Beneath our ship’s waterline

Just the place for claustrophobia

To enter into my mind.

My favorite vest was my May West

Which I wore all the time

Just in case of 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 before now

Unwept and unknown by their face.

Lost somewhere in the distant night

Till a poet chronicles their grace.

True bravery is shown by performing

Without witness, what one might be

Capable of before the world

Without any or all to see.

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.


Sunday, December the seventh

In the year of 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 been blowing

Across the oceans of our earth

Though not till Pearl had been bombed

Did we realize what freedom’s worth.

Wars are fought and won on two fronts

At home and on the battle line.

Both are equally important

When war consumes our heart and mind.

The attack brought us World War II

With death, pain and separation.

All who had served were well aware

Of their sacrifice for nation.


The harder the conflict we sometimes face

The far more glorious is the victory.

Tyranny like hell is tough to defeat

When it raises its head throughout history.

War never leaves a country as it was

When neutrality is a word disregarded.

As the murderous hands of man himself

Are to blame for all who have departed.


Over two hundred rangers scaled “The Wall”

A stone cliff over one hundred feet tall.

Some of them made it all the way to the top

While others fell and perished from their drop.

Those who climbed over, had answered God’s call

For men to stop evil once and for all.

They fought the Germans and destroyed their guns

To save the lives of our fathers and sons.

So many years have passed since then

When our world’s future was saved by brave men.

We cannot forget the hell they went through

Before the skies, again turned blue.


D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict

That fore shadowed the end of Hitler’s dream.

The largest joint combat landing ever

Though the blood from both sides flowed like a stream.

When their boats hit the sand, their ramps went down

And all within paid a visit to hell.

They jumped out to do good for their country

And to kill the enemy without fail.

They fought the Germans, tides, winds and the waves

In conditions not easily foreseen.

By night the battle was in our favor

With bravery, valor, death, and men who scream.

The corpses littered the beach for five miles

Though heroism had carried the day.

With literally thousands dead or wounded

Those who were left were determined to stay.

They faced great odds and chose not to protest

And won the war that put evil to shame.

Most came home, married and raised their babies

But those who could not we recall with pain.


It was June the 4th 1942

As I was floating in the ocean alone

The ship I had sailed on, sank to the bottom

And I thought I would never again, see home.

The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east

With the intentions of capturing Midway.

Though they were stopped by American war ships

Whose guns, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day.

All night long, I watched the fireworks of war

And on the second day we turned up the heat.

As big bombers from Hawaii dropped their loads

On Japanese ships who soon chose to retreat.

An imperial pilot came floating close by

Who had been chewed on by the beasts of the sea.

I couldn’t help but feel passion for this is man

Who had answered his call just like me.

When it was over, I was plucked from the deep

By men in a lifeboat just after the dawn.

For two days I had watched the battle for, Midway

Now it’s quiet and the enemy has gone.


I drifted all night and was loosing my hope

Before by the moon’s light I saw dry land.

I floated over and through its reefs to the beach

Where I quickly smoothed out my tracks in the sand.

All I had was my dagger and a canteen

And it was May 4th of 43.

Just me alone on an enemy island

Wasn’t 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’d already said thanks so many times

For” God” was the reason I was alive.

Off in the dark, I herd two men’s voices

Laughing and talking in a language not mine.

Inch by inch I crept to their campsite

Where on what they were eating, I would soon dine.

I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice and wine

Then ran my way back to the raft by the beach.

Soon I was floating in the ocean again

And far enough out where bullets couldn’t reach.

The next day I was picked up by a seaplane

Whose crew spotted my sail from the air.

Once inside and safe, I cried like a child

For the dead whom would forever be there.

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 gone

Though I’m a veteran of battle, death, and fear.


Okinawa was to be our last stop

Before we invaded Japan.

The largest landing of the Pacific war

As our soldiers ran across the sand.

At first our marines were scarcely opposed

But on the fifth day hell they found.

A solid wall of human resistance

Firing their weapons from caves in the ground.

Air power and big guns had little affect

On their cliff forts carved deep in the limestone.

It took man against man to root them out

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 **** spewed from lips.

One hundred, ten thousand Japanese

By the end of the battle were killed.

Over twelve thousand Americans died,

Before, just our flag flew over the field.


After the fall of France in 1940

The Germans soon began their own blockade

With most their efforts in the Atlantic

Hoping to cut Britain’s flow of war trade.

With fast surface raiders like the Bismarck

Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance.

The German’s small navy sank ship after ship

Till the British Navy destroyed war’s romance.

Shipping losses from German U-boats increased

And the battle of the Atlantic seemed lost.

But soon America would enter the war

To defeat freedom’s enemies at all cost.

Multitudes would die and their families cry

Before World War II would be fought to its end.

What a waste of mankind, which had lost its mind

Though now, our enemy is our friend.


The truest words, which portray my love

I speak to you from within my heart.

May we always recall how we feel

Though through conflict we’re forced to part.

No one can say how long they will last

For life is not everlasting.

Yet most hope to be blessed by love

By he who does our casting.

As the fear of battle bites my flesh

My thoughts of home help keep me sane.

There’s no guarantee that I’ll survive

But either way, I’ll serve without shame.

Should the cold hands of death reach for me

I pray my soul will awake from sleep.

To the voice of God assuring me

That my spirit, he’s chosen to keep.

So try to remember while I’m gone

That the person I need most is you.

I’ll fight like hell to stay alive

To return home to the love I knew.


When you become a P.O.W.

You find you’ve lost your liberty and more

The guy with the gun tells you what to do

As you yearn for freedoms you had before.

Your will to survive helps keep you alive

Though sometimes you wish you were dead.

Tortures far beyond any normal mind

And there’s no safety, even in your bed.

Bullets, barbwire, searchlights and sharp teeth

Keep you in a place you don’t wish to be.

The food is quite awful and sometimes it moves

And you’ve no choice of what you hear or see.

The lucky are released and return home

Though in their dreams their fate is unsure.

War may be hell, but confinement is worse

Cause afterward you’re never as you were.


General quarters, general quarters

All hands man your battle station!

Sunday morning, December the 7th

As war confronted our nation.

We soon found out it wasn’t a drill

But instead it was war for real.

As you watch the death of friends and shipmates

It’s more anger than fear you feel.

Japanese warplanes came flying in low

As I took aim with my gun sight.

From the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl

Damaged, though crew still eager to fight.

I saw the face of a pilot, who crashed

Surrounded by black smoke and fire.

Some of my bullets must have found their mark.

For his death was but my desire!

Two thousand, three hundred and twenty-three killed

In a battle less than two hours.

With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone

Japan had flexed their naval powers.

The bombing and strafing of ships and troops

Caused our congress to declare full war.

Where many a man laid down his life

Fighting for flag, country and more.



After the attack on Pearl Harbor

He applied for sea duty in the war.

Where Lieutenant John F. Kennedy

Became known for his bravery and more.

In the dark hours before dawn

On August 2, of 43.

Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat

Through the blackness of night at sea.

PT 109, was on Solomon’s patrol

With a 12-man crew in a plywood craft.

A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night

Ramming and cutting Kennedy’s boat in half.

Two of the crew just disappeared

A third was badly burned.

Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck

Where in pain 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 sink

So they made for an island and here’s how.

He ordered those who could to swim

The others were to hang on to a beam.

Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor

And off they tread through the ocean stream.

With his teeth clenched on the burnt man’s vest straps

Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles.

5 hours later they all made it

Despite their hardships, sharks, and trials.

The next problem was how to summon up help

Without arousing the enemy all around.

After several attempts swimming to other islands

Eventually two natives in a canoe were found.

Kennedy scratch a note on a coconut

To be delivered to a base 38 miles away.

The message made it and they were saved

And their courage still lives today.



World War I gave us the fly-boys

Who flew by the seat of their pants.

Many would never return from war

While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood

Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.

Every pilot carried his own pistol

Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes

To escape their burning plane.

Many were forced to jump to their death

Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky

The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.

They flew so high they were hard to shoot down

Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used

In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.

The skies became man’s highway of death

With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then

Those days of the Great War and more?

Where do we get such brave souls of chance

Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?


In 1860 life was good

Till its simpleness ceased one day.

The North wished to save the Union

While the South chose to break away.

America was torn apart

As six hundred thousand died.

Throughout four years of total war

Women without husbands cried.

The sad fact of the Civil War

Is what was left at its end.

Too many times, men’s evil acts

Destroyed both foe and friend.

The problem was, once it began

There was no peace or compromise.

Total victory must be proclaimed

Before rage would leave men’s eyes.

Destroy all that helps the enemy

Was the cry of either side.

Anything to obtain victory

As death on horseback did ride.

Black men dressed in old uniforms

Became the Union’s reserve.

They fought and died for their freedom

And their rights they earned and deserve.

Lifestyles would forever change

For all who survived the war.

It had ended as it began

With sadness, misery and more.

Both sides prayed to the same God

And spoke words from the Bible.

The prayers of both were not answered

For all involved were liable.


Coronado, in his search to find gold for Spain

Was the first European on the green Kansas plane.

Explorers and traders were 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.

Large numbers of Indians, forced out from the East

Resettled to Kansas where the buffalo feast.

So, many a cowboy decided to stay

It wasn’t very long and most Indians were forced away.

When Missouri joined the Union; the slave states equaled the free.

Which way would Kansas vote, congress was anxious to see?

The Heart-Landers were bleeding; their towns were on fire

As raiders from the slave states tried to force their desire.

The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob

In revenge came John Brown, who would murder and rob.

Kansas joined the Union as the Civil War began.

After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their man.

Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed across the state.

Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate.

Those frontier days have long since gone, though the sunflower is still here

My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo roam with the deer.


A courier rider hands his papers to me

They are instructions from Robert E. Lee.

I am advised now is the time

To stop the troop movement on the Rock Island line.

I muster my men and they load up the boats

We powder our pistols and darken our coats.

Traveling the currents, the sun slips from sight

As brave men with a purpose have gathered to fight.

We capture a bridge before the moonrise

The Yankees who are here shall soon feed the flies.

The evil of war feeds on my brain

As I light the fuse to destroy a train.

Above us a trestle of timber and tar

As we pull our oars for a willowed sandbar.

From the banks of the river; we watch it approach

There’s shadows of soldiers, in the windows of a coach.

With a burst of bright yellow and a roar in my ear

I hear them scream as they ‘re falling in fear.

The river is boiling in steam, steel and stems

Back home their families shall soon sing funeral hymns.

The one lone survivor was a red stallion stud

I lassoed his neck, and freed him from the mud.

As I ride in his saddle beneath the stars that shine

I pray for forgiveness and some peace of mind.

War is a lesson we re eager to learn

When man has that fever to murder and burn.

Lord, please forgive me for what I have done

For all those I’ve silenced were some mother’s son.


Cannons are bursting hot metal from the ground.

Soldiers are looting and burning our town.

The fever of fear rushes through my veins

As too many Bluecoats jump from troop trains.

Smoke from hot barrels is swirling around

As four thousand muskets volley their sound.

All of my comrades have stopped a lead ball

Most cry out, then stumble and fall.

Even the young lad who carried our flag

Now he lies dead as he clings to that rag.

Wagons with the wounded trail blood on the ground

Death and destruction are easily found.

The Generals are crying ’cause they can’t stand defeat

But it’s always the soldier who dies on his feet.

Horse hooves are pounding on a bridge made of boards

As the sunlight reflects from the blades of their swords.

Quickly I hide out in the roots of a tree

Where the dirt has eroded and there’s just room for me.

After dark I sneak out with the cover of fog

Then float down the river, as I cling to a log.

Songs of their victory, ring out through the night

While from the cold, muddy water, I see their firelight.

It makes me remember my old country church

Where the preacher spoke God’s word from his holy perch.

That the seed of all conflict began in a cave

When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave.


Cannons are bellowing from a ridge far away

The battle lines are forming and there’s little time to pray.

Musket balls are pelting like hailstones from the sky

I’m so full of fear cause I don ‘t want to die.

From beyond yonder hill comes a terrifying sound

It’s the music of the buglers and there’s thunder in the ground.

The fast-riding troopers have all drawn out their swords.

They ‘re shouting and screaming as they charge up the gorge.

It’s hard to believe how many make it through

As they’re hacking and shooting at the boys dressed in blue.

Then come the soldier men who run upon their feet

Every time I drop one, my heart skips a beat.

There’s a storm on the ground made of death, dust and smoke

My throat is so dry, I can ‘t help but choke.

The fury of the battle is bound to settle down

When most of the fighters lie dead on the ground.

After dark, the stretcher-bearers are afraid to search around

The wild hogs eat the wounded and I can ‘t stand the sound.

Come dawn, we dig ditches for all the brave, lifeless men

Then quote words from our Bible praying heaven lets them in.


When you chain the neck of a slave

The other end fastens to you.

Your heart and soul become corrupt

And all which is evil you’ll do.

No government shall exist for long

Who’s people are not really free.

Though around the world there are those

Who stay blind to how life should be.

Any who must enslave others

Will dwell in their own living hell

After death, they’ll join their master

In that place from heaven he fell.

But till then we’ll fight and resist

Making them put their chains away.

And those of us who may die first

From heaven shall watch and pray


In the course of becoming officers

The young men of West Point bonded like brothers.

Till roomers of Civil War transformed friend to foe

As many cadets chose to serve others.

Fifty-five of sixty major battles fought

Were lead by graduates of the long gray line.

Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another

For to kill and plunder were virtues of the time.

Over six hundred thousand soldiers were consumed

Not counting multitudes of population.

Cities, farms and the countryside were laid to waste

Before our Union was restored to a nation.


Nine year old Johnny Clem who stood just four feet tall

Ran away from Ohio to answer his country’s call.

He joined up with the Union and became a drummer boy

Soon to prove the gun he wore was far more than a toy.

Armed with a sawed-off musket, cut down to just fit him

He shot a Rebel horseman who tried to do him in.

Awarded his sergeant’s stripes and the silver medal

His comrades offered him hot coffee from their kettle.

The newspapers of the North, gladly published his story

Telling of the nine year old who earned his country’s glory.


The moon is sky high

And perfectly round

As it highlights the beauty

Of disputed ground.

Life is a journey

Where the passage is free.

After, there’s judgment

By the living and Thee.

Tomorrow’s carnage

We’ll survive if we can.

Death and dismemberment

By the hand of man.

Some will stumble

With absence of breath.

While others charge

Into the face of death.

We’ll race toward the battle

And pray for the best

Hoping somehow

We pass God’s test.


Their red and blue, ragtag flag stood out

Against their dust covered uniforms of gray.

Savagely we fought to kill our enemy

As the battle raged on in the heat of the day

Volley after volley we put forth our blaze

With thousands of led balls snapping flesh and bone.

Blistering sweat rolled down every face

As the tunes of war by bugles were blown.

There was a clanking sound of ramrods in barrels

As each new minieball was loaded and fired.

Some shot aimlessly into the smoke

While others took aim at the worn and tired.

Bullets were popping like the fourth of July

Yet our enemy kept surging ahead.

All at once they broke and ran off in groups

Scattering as for the forest they fled.

From behind the protection of a stacked-stone wall

The victorious cheered or just sat starring

At all the bodies of friend and foe

While for the wounded the surgeons were caring.

Soon the war was over and I survived

Despite it’s brutality on trampled ground.

From boy to man I was transformed

Though, still in the night I hear its sound.


America’s East Coast was settled by the Brits

As the Indians rule began to recede.

After many a battle, they lost their land

Giving into the white man’s power and greed.

In years to come like a leaf on the water

The Indians were swept away by the white man.

As trappers and pioneers pushing westward

Brought death and disease to the land.

With the white settlements came the fur traders

Followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and form tools.

None of which helped the Indians to survive

Who chose to wage war, and break the white man’s rules.

Many treaties were made, just to be broken

By those eager for land, timber, furs and gold.

Prospectors arrived to plunder the land

And to be farmers, the Indians were told.

The combat raged on, to the western prairie

Over mountains and down through the desert sand.

Indians proved to be formidable foe

As both sides fought from afar and hand-to-hand.

Lieutenant Colonel Custer, led his cavalry

In search of fame and tribal disgrace.

But instead he and his men were butchered

By hostile Indians with paint on their face.

Around the campfires of Rosebud and Pine Ridge

Singing warriors danced till Sitting Bull’s death.

Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee

Where many sad Indian would draw their last breath.

With their fighting spirit completely broken

And their ancient tribal ways forever gone.

Proud Indians were moved to reservations

Where their once great history in song lives on.


The hinge of history swings in all directions

As the happenings of the past are written down.

Out of all that has occurred since man’s beginnings

Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history

Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story.

Greeks had no faith in the future at all

Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.


Christians added a new dimension to history

Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth.

An on going drama involving man and God

Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history

It just encourages us to live in the past.

When we forget history we repeat its mistakes

As the outcome of humanity is cast.


The leaves of the cottonwoods hung motionless

As outside the walls Santa Anna’s horde closed in.

A small band of Texans watched and waited

Preoccupied by combat and how life would end.

The battle raged from building to building

Till the old mission’s chapel was the last to fall.

Over 180 Texans died fighting to the man

Never to yield, surrender or crawl.

Six weeks later Sam Houston rallied his forces

With “Remember the Alamo” as their battle cry.

Attacking and defeating Santa Anna’s army

To win independence for Texas or die.

The Spanish word for “cottonwood” is “Alamo”

The long time popular name for the mission.

Today the stout-walled old chapel still stands

Preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition.


Once in command, he boxed in the British

At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights

Overlooking the Brits at his mercy

As his men took aim with their cannon sites.

The British commander had but one choice

To sail to New York to renew the fight.

Where the English had much greater forces

Who soon chased Washington’s men in full flight.

They continued on to 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 that Christmas night he captured Trenton

Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.

He whipped the British at Princeton

Where in victory his men began to sing.

Washington then wintered at Morristown

Training his troops for the combat of spring.

Washington fought bravely at Brandywine

And again at a place called Germantown

But the British were the victorious ones

As the dead of both sides covered the ground

Americans were blessed early that 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 battles raged on, in the North and South

As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land.

Washington himself was in great despair

Pleading for aid for his weakened command.

His prayers were answered by 5000 troops

And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.

They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown

Who surrendered to victory drums at play.

Yorktown was really the end of the war

Though not many quite realized that fact yet.

But the British soon grew tired of the fight

And the terms for its end were signed and set.

Washington yearned to retire at home

But his country chose him first president.

Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support

For they believed that “he,” by God, was sent.

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