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Who stands alone!

Contributed by: Deniese Day

Eleven thousand soldiers lay beneath the dirt and stone, All buried on a distant land so far away from home. For just a strip of dismal beach they paid a hero's price, To save a foreign nation they all made the sacrifice.

And now the shores of Normandy are lined with blocks of white Americans who didn't turn from someone else's plight. Eleven thousand reasons for the French to take our side, But in the moment of our need, they chose to run and hide.

Chirac said every war means loss, perhaps for France that's true, For they've lost every battle since the days of Waterloo. Without a soldier worth a damn to be found in any region, The French became the only land to need a Foreign Legion.

You French all say we're arrogant. Well, we have earned the right-- We saved your sorry nation when you lacked the guts to fight. But now you've made a big mistake, and one that you'll regret; You took sides with our enemies, and that we won't forget.

It wasn't just our citizens you spit on when you turned, But every one of ours who fell the day the towers burned. You spit upon our soldiers, on our pilots and Marines, And now you'll get a little sense of just what payback means.

So keep your Paris fashions and your wine and your champagne, And find some other market that will buy your aeroplanes. And try to find somebody else to wear your French cologne, For you're about to find out what it means to stand alone.

You see, you need us far more than we ever needed you. America has better friends who know how to be true. I'd rather stand with warriors who have the will and might, Than huddle in the dark with those whose only flag is white.

I'll take the Brits, the Aussies, the Israelis and the rest, For when it comes to valor we have seen that they're the best. We'll count on one another as we face a moment dire, While you sit on the sideline with a sign "friendship for hire."

We'll win this war without you and we'll total up the cost, And take it from your foreign aid, and then you'll feel the loss. And when your nation starts to fall, well Frenchie, you can spare us, Just call the Germans for a hand, they know the way to Paris. Michael Marks





This poem was in a letter from a Marine in Kuwait dated 9 March 2003.

The Marines were hearing about the anti-war protests and they were upset. That' s all the letter talked about. This Marine enclosed a poem he and his buddies wrote. He wants us to get it out, please read and pass it on...

"Wish You Were Here"

For all the free people that still protest. You're welcome. We protect you and you are protected by the best.

Your voice is strong and loud, But who will fight for you? No one standing in your crowd. We are your fathers, brothers, and sons, Wearing the boots and carrying guns. We are the ones that leave all we own, To make sure your future is carved in stone. We are the ones who fight and die, We might not be able to save the world, Well, at least we try.

We walked the paths to where we are at And we want no choice other than that. So when you rally your group to complain, Take a look in the back of your brain. In order for that flag you love to fly, Wars must be fought and young men must die. We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear. If that's not respected, we would rather stay here. So please stop yelling, put down your signs, And pray for those behind enemy lines. When the conflict is over and all is well, Be thankful that we chose to go through hell.

Corporal Joshua Miles and all the boys from 3rd Battalion 2nd Marines, Kuwait

I am a small and precious child,
my dads been sent to fight...
The only place I'll see his face, is in my dreams at night
. He will be gone too many days
For my young mind to keep track.
I may be sad, but I am proud.
My daddy's got your back.

I am a caring mother.
My son has gone to war...
My mind is filled with worries
that I have never known before
Everyday I try to keep my thoughts from turning black.
I may be scared, but I am proud.
My son has got your back.

I am a strong and loving wife,
with a husband soon to go.
There are times I'm terrified
In a way most never know.
I bite my lip, and force a smile
as I watch my husband pack...
My heart may break, but I am proud.
My husbands got your back....

I am a soldier...
Serving Proudly, standing tall.
I fight for freedom, yours and mine
by answering this call.
I do my job while knowing, the thanks
It sometimes lacks.
Say a prayer that I'll come home.
It's me who's got your back.

Author: Oscar C. Bergman






Our USA Red, White and blue
We pledge alligence, Lord to you
Our President- holds tightly to your hand
With faith that You'll protect our land
We'll pray for him each coming day
And we're behind Him..All the way!!!!!


Protect the pilots who will fly these planes
And don't let them crash Nor go up in flames`
Confuse the enemy and destroy their plan
And Lord- bring our loved one's Home again!
GOD BLESS AND PROTECT OUR MILITARY MEN AND WOMEN

You see it all I know you do
The planes, the bombs, the bloodshed too
You see our soldiers you know their fear
Please touch them Lord let them know you're near
Protect them Lord through out each day
No matter what may come their way

American's We just have to pray
For all our troops- who are far away
I have watched the news and I have seen
Some "soldiers"No older than a "Teen"
It broke my heart, oh Lord to see
Those "Teen's" "Prepared to Die for Me"

Protect the children near and far
Who've lost their parents to this war
And families who are worried too
Just "hold them close," Dear Lord to you
Each daughter, Lord and every son
Be near them til this war is won
On bended knees we turn to you
Lord of our lives and Saviour too
We know you guide our steps each day
So please, Lord Bless the USA

Written by Joni Kassel, Texas