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By: Tom Zart
BAGHDAD 2006 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. By Tom Zart Author of LOVE WAR AND MORE
BAGHDAD 2006
zart08@netzero.net
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