hard.
ptsd.
wake up, im death. ur death. who isnt death?
home. where’s death?
under my bed? in the eyes of my lover?
i will find you goddamnit.
i will kill you.
miranda
too many troops dies today. perhaps tomorrow will be a brighter day. i do not know. so many sorrowed mothers and disillusioned fathers, why must we do this to our own. war, what did we do to you. we apologize. please listen this time
diego
I was walking down the street the other day and a bunch of troops marched past, youd think this would amaze me but i live on a military base and im slowy going insane. I never want to be one of the trooops
genesis
We would miss them. Our friends and brothers, aunts and cousins, headed off to fight in an unknown land. How little we knew of their safety and success. We kept watch and prayed. Worry and fear seemed etched into our minds.
Cinnia
There’s an aweful lot of talk about getting our troops out of Irag these days. To be honest, I hate the word. I associate it with unpleasant marches, with rows and rows of drab soldiers.
emily
Why troops? Are you trying to start controversy? What’s tomorrow’s word going to be, Imam? Abortion? Troops is boring anyways, that’s REAL news. How about some imagination?
Jimmy
Iraq, survivors, people who risk their lives. Our heroes our guardians, the people protecting our freedom. these people the troops give so much and receive o little and all we do is sit back and complain about how we want this and that, how selfish.
K
there they were, lined up about to attack, vicious animals, packs of dogs, soilders in heavy armour. there they stood, and there they fell. as a troop lived and died.
ramone
My sister is in the air force and I’m petrified that she’s going to be sent to Afghanistan. She’s younger then I am but in so many ways, way more mature then I am. I miss her a lot.
Brit
This is gay. i dont understand this what so ever..this is really lame. What the hell am i supposed to be writing? …. This is just a waste of time isnt it.. yes. I have much better things to do than this. What is the point of this? I should ask myself that question. Why am i doing this? I must have no life.. nope. Geeze…
Anonymous
they fihg t for our country r in mycase they fought, he fought. for me and for my brother he made our world as we know it a safer place. There is nowhere in the world that I want to be on November 11 then somewhere quite to think.
Liz
troops are overseas still. dan is there and i miss him. i hope he comes back safe. i hope they all come back safe as unrealistic as that may sound. i hope this problem can resolve itself soon so we can stop sending troops anywhere dangerous
nat
your boots sit by the front door. i don’t know why you keep them there. they still scare me, the mud in the cracked treads, the way they’ve been bleached and hardened by the sun. the fact that there’s still blood on the soles from your marches.
Anonymous
march back forth grime in boots and all the while wondering what or who or why and never knowing precisely, they guard and fight for those that can’t and will for those that wont and commit the crimes that only humans can in moments when we are pushed to the limits of all that could be considered truly human-
monkeyman
why
ron
the troops came into my room demanding that I give them the money I owed them. I couldn’t give it to them, my parents were there, my sister was there, they all expected so much more from me… I was alone with the possiblility of running from the police or giving up the game that I had been playing for so long. I felt so afraid, so alone.
Savvy
Once I met this soldier along the road. My sister’s and my car was broken down on the side of the highway, and he offered to drive us to a gas station so we could be on our way. While we were in the car, we began to talk. He said he was going back to Iraq for his second tour of duty, and my sister and I wished him luck. He had a picture of his girlfriend on the rear view mirror, and he told us that he was going to propose to her when he got back. I prayed for his safety every day, if not for her sake. I never learned of what had happened to him, but I hope with all my heart that he is okay, and has returned to his family and girlfriend safe and sound. I hope their wedding was joyous and that they live until a ripe old age. It’s funny the people we meet, the “single serving” friends we make in our short time on this blue planet we call Earth.
Lizzie Bellows
Her troops were in place, as were mine. They had a spiteful attitude towards me, that much I could tell. I can’t be sure why though. Mine were brought on merely to counter-balance hers. A sort of cold war, if you will. Just replace the threat of nuclear weapons with personal secrets.
Dylan
Fighting for freedom.
Unsupported.
Still loved.
Anonymous
small clusters of people travel through the mountains…searching for a haven to rest. these troops have been walking for a long time and they are anxious to reach their destination, whatever it may be.
jessica
gather the troops. it is too clich
coey
please be safe in iraq and thank you for supporting the united states! we have sonated many things! obama has sent over 30000 more troops. his speech was on tv last night and he was in rockland county. 2009 war.
kayla Zafar
fearless gaurdians of our nation. Suffering. searching.
anne
The troops in Iraq
Anonymous
lonelies is a part of the key people all around you will truly see who you are what you are and the troops you are tis thee be you i and me and every thing they see you to be
jazz
American troop in Afganistan and Iraq. I understand the reason they are there, but so many loved ones are being sacrificed. What are we to do for those who love? They sacrifice so much for our country…for our freedom and we are apathetic. Shame Shame Shame. On us.
Rebekah Wayne
in Irag.
fighting, winning, losing,
crying, standing,
drawing,writing
lonliness invading
as bombs and gunshells clatter.
Chelsea Vogelbacher
there was one an army of little mice that would trample its way through the unfortunate woman’s kitchen, eating anything that was so unlucky as so to be in its path. She would often discover her entire kitchen annihilated as a result; her bank account was bankrupt due to her unfortunate circumstances. she later died unhappy.
sophia
sophia
God bless you. God bless America.
Patriot
army troops in pakistan is wrong. why should there be war in this world cant there just be peace among nations. troops should only be used to instill discipline in society and not as means of defense or war. the manner in which troops are trained should be the way we discipline our nation.
tim
when they come home, they’re never the same as when they left for battle the first time. some troops have scars you can see, others possess scars that may take years to surface. they’ll drink, they’ll fall, they’ll feel anger, despair, lost.
Gabriel Bogart
the troops in iraq should stay until the job is done, they shouldn’t be pulled out so fast lol pulled out i bet a couple of their girlfriends wished they had one that because now they’re halfway across the world, in jules verne days it would take 4o days to get there, because you can go around the world in eighty days. oh no ‘ve got some misspelings oh well i can’t realy worry about that where was i? oh the earth i am such a tree hugger i can’t even stand it
adi
troops are walking around the bay with their guns held stiff. looking around them, the men felt discouraged as they see fallen comrades and enemies littering the road. the troops held their pain inside, though, for they must be strong.
amber
Troops are the saddest thing ever. They are the sons, the loves of others. They are future dead and maimed. They are the future crazys.
So sorry for them. Troops is the saddest word.
Lenin
not my business
Jacks
fuck this.
nick
I wish peace for all the men and women that are being called in the spring. 30,000 did I hear that right? When will we stop fighting and be at peace. Last night when the moon was full I wished the whole world could be out dancing in peace under the moon together. One Love. One World. O
Aubry Hoffman
i am a troop, im a member of the us navy. i cannot describe the sense of pride i get from my job and the ability to tell my yo0unger bro and sis what i do each makes me feel like im king of the world. i am a sailor, a tropp, a soldier
Anonymous
I am sending in the troops to get rid of this dog. How I detest the mess she makes and the work she takes. I wish I could have the love of this dog without the responsibility. The coming home to a pile of dog turds on my carpet.
hmmm
Marching. Look at them go. It’s odd. Some of them will die. They’ll be a statistic to me. I don’t want them to be that way. They are people too, aren’t they? I mean, they could me, or I could be them if I joined the army… Well. I hope they’re well, anyway.
hard.
ptsd.
wake up, im death. ur death. who isnt death?
home. where’s death?
under my bed? in the eyes of my lover?
i will find you goddamnit.
i will kill you.
too many troops dies today. perhaps tomorrow will be a brighter day. i do not know. so many sorrowed mothers and disillusioned fathers, why must we do this to our own. war, what did we do to you. we apologize. please listen this time
I was walking down the street the other day and a bunch of troops marched past, youd think this would amaze me but i live on a military base and im slowy going insane. I never want to be one of the trooops
We would miss them. Our friends and brothers, aunts and cousins, headed off to fight in an unknown land. How little we knew of their safety and success. We kept watch and prayed. Worry and fear seemed etched into our minds.
There’s an aweful lot of talk about getting our troops out of Irag these days. To be honest, I hate the word. I associate it with unpleasant marches, with rows and rows of drab soldiers.
Why troops? Are you trying to start controversy? What’s tomorrow’s word going to be, Imam? Abortion? Troops is boring anyways, that’s REAL news. How about some imagination?
Iraq, survivors, people who risk their lives. Our heroes our guardians, the people protecting our freedom. these people the troops give so much and receive o little and all we do is sit back and complain about how we want this and that, how selfish.
there they were, lined up about to attack, vicious animals, packs of dogs, soilders in heavy armour. there they stood, and there they fell. as a troop lived and died.
My sister is in the air force and I’m petrified that she’s going to be sent to Afghanistan. She’s younger then I am but in so many ways, way more mature then I am. I miss her a lot.
This is gay. i dont understand this what so ever..this is really lame. What the hell am i supposed to be writing? …. This is just a waste of time isnt it.. yes. I have much better things to do than this. What is the point of this? I should ask myself that question. Why am i doing this? I must have no life.. nope. Geeze…
they fihg t for our country r in mycase they fought, he fought. for me and for my brother he made our world as we know it a safer place. There is nowhere in the world that I want to be on November 11 then somewhere quite to think.
troops are overseas still. dan is there and i miss him. i hope he comes back safe. i hope they all come back safe as unrealistic as that may sound. i hope this problem can resolve itself soon so we can stop sending troops anywhere dangerous
your boots sit by the front door. i don’t know why you keep them there. they still scare me, the mud in the cracked treads, the way they’ve been bleached and hardened by the sun. the fact that there’s still blood on the soles from your marches.
march back forth grime in boots and all the while wondering what or who or why and never knowing precisely, they guard and fight for those that can’t and will for those that wont and commit the crimes that only humans can in moments when we are pushed to the limits of all that could be considered truly human-
why
the troops came into my room demanding that I give them the money I owed them. I couldn’t give it to them, my parents were there, my sister was there, they all expected so much more from me… I was alone with the possiblility of running from the police or giving up the game that I had been playing for so long. I felt so afraid, so alone.
Once I met this soldier along the road. My sister’s and my car was broken down on the side of the highway, and he offered to drive us to a gas station so we could be on our way. While we were in the car, we began to talk. He said he was going back to Iraq for his second tour of duty, and my sister and I wished him luck. He had a picture of his girlfriend on the rear view mirror, and he told us that he was going to propose to her when he got back. I prayed for his safety every day, if not for her sake. I never learned of what had happened to him, but I hope with all my heart that he is okay, and has returned to his family and girlfriend safe and sound. I hope their wedding was joyous and that they live until a ripe old age. It’s funny the people we meet, the “single serving” friends we make in our short time on this blue planet we call Earth.
Her troops were in place, as were mine. They had a spiteful attitude towards me, that much I could tell. I can’t be sure why though. Mine were brought on merely to counter-balance hers. A sort of cold war, if you will. Just replace the threat of nuclear weapons with personal secrets.
Fighting for freedom.
Unsupported.
Still loved.
small clusters of people travel through the mountains…searching for a haven to rest. these troops have been walking for a long time and they are anxious to reach their destination, whatever it may be.
gather the troops. it is too clich
please be safe in iraq and thank you for supporting the united states! we have sonated many things! obama has sent over 30000 more troops. his speech was on tv last night and he was in rockland county. 2009 war.
fearless gaurdians of our nation. Suffering. searching.
The troops in Iraq
lonelies is a part of the key people all around you will truly see who you are what you are and the troops you are tis thee be you i and me and every thing they see you to be
American troop in Afganistan and Iraq. I understand the reason they are there, but so many loved ones are being sacrificed. What are we to do for those who love? They sacrifice so much for our country…for our freedom and we are apathetic. Shame Shame Shame. On us.
in Irag.
fighting, winning, losing,
crying, standing,
drawing,writing
lonliness invading
as bombs and gunshells clatter.
there was one an army of little mice that would trample its way through the unfortunate woman’s kitchen, eating anything that was so unlucky as so to be in its path. She would often discover her entire kitchen annihilated as a result; her bank account was bankrupt due to her unfortunate circumstances. she later died unhappy.
sophia
God bless you. God bless America.
army troops in pakistan is wrong. why should there be war in this world cant there just be peace among nations. troops should only be used to instill discipline in society and not as means of defense or war. the manner in which troops are trained should be the way we discipline our nation.
when they come home, they’re never the same as when they left for battle the first time. some troops have scars you can see, others possess scars that may take years to surface. they’ll drink, they’ll fall, they’ll feel anger, despair, lost.
the troops in iraq should stay until the job is done, they shouldn’t be pulled out so fast lol pulled out i bet a couple of their girlfriends wished they had one that because now they’re halfway across the world, in jules verne days it would take 4o days to get there, because you can go around the world in eighty days. oh no ‘ve got some misspelings oh well i can’t realy worry about that where was i? oh the earth i am such a tree hugger i can’t even stand it
troops are walking around the bay with their guns held stiff. looking around them, the men felt discouraged as they see fallen comrades and enemies littering the road. the troops held their pain inside, though, for they must be strong.
Troops are the saddest thing ever. They are the sons, the loves of others. They are future dead and maimed. They are the future crazys.
So sorry for them. Troops is the saddest word.
not my business
fuck this.
I wish peace for all the men and women that are being called in the spring. 30,000 did I hear that right? When will we stop fighting and be at peace. Last night when the moon was full I wished the whole world could be out dancing in peace under the moon together. One Love. One World. O
i am a troop, im a member of the us navy. i cannot describe the sense of pride i get from my job and the ability to tell my yo0unger bro and sis what i do each makes me feel like im king of the world. i am a sailor, a tropp, a soldier
I am sending in the troops to get rid of this dog. How I detest the mess she makes and the work she takes. I wish I could have the love of this dog without the responsibility. The coming home to a pile of dog turds on my carpet.
Marching. Look at them go. It’s odd. Some of them will die. They’ll be a statistic to me. I don’t want them to be that way. They are people too, aren’t they? I mean, they could me, or I could be them if I joined the army… Well. I hope they’re well, anyway.