Unknown Friend

To be a soldier is very brave.
My cousin Marty is in Iraq,
He sees many men and women put in the grave,
We pray every night he will soon be back.
Soldiers sleep on rock hard ground,
Trying to get a good night's sleep,
With bombs going off all around
All while kids hiding under their jeep.
But people still take soldiers for granted,
Not knowing how scared they could be,
For just around the corner,
A bomb could be planted,
Wondering if the next one could be me.
So next time you see a soldier,
Take his hand and say,
Thank you my unknown friend,
For leaving me safe today.

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My name is Gennarae Helton and I'm twenty years old. My poem was created for a school project in middle school but was dedicated to my cousin Marty who is in the Army.