Warrior’s Heart By:
HMCS (NAC/FMF) Trevor
Dallas-Orr
Please forgive me for
volunteering to go to Iraq.
I had no clue that I would
almost break my back.
I did it because it was the
right thing for our freedom and land.
My conscience tugged on me to
go help those and offer a hand.
Was it the right thing to do
for my career?
I had no clue it would leave
a constant ringing in my ear.
I did not do it to be a hero
to some of my friends.
Hopefully, they remember
those that are now near the end.
The choice was made to defend
our way of life.
Then why has the decision
caused such strife?
They gave me medals to pin on
my chest.
But I simply did it because I
was trying my best.
Keep the fight away from my
family and those I love.
Sometimes there are those
that are taken from above.
We lost friends, brothers,
sisters, fathers and mothers.
It was done for a cause
nobler than another.
I saw the people that were
smiling and give a thankful wave.
How many of them did we
actually save?
We flew over them at such a
great speed.
Simply trying to do another
good deed.
There were those that were
injured and covered in bright red.
Could we save them and keep
them from the dead?
I see the images of their
faces all covered in blood.
Is that why I feel like I am
stuck in the mud?
I wonder why my heart aches
when I see a mother cry.
Was it because her son was
the one that had to die?
We live in this land of
freedom taken for granted.
There are so many of them
that simply chanted.
I now shed so many tears
trying to avoid the pain.
Please tell me GOD… was it
all in vain?
However, if I could I would
do it again.
Despite the fact that it caused such a stain.
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