W ith the weight of too many futures on their shoulders, as loved ones waved farewell to their departing planes or just stood weeping, watching them sail from view, what were our soldiers thinking behind those panes? 
W hat quarantined thoughts lay behind those eyes, those well-trained pupils taught to suppress emotion, as, steeled-for-war, they survived the good-byes turning their eyes to brothers over the ocean? 
W hat were they thinking as they stormed across Iraq as arid miles and frazzled days of blinding sand and little sleep crawled its way up their weary backs; What were they thinking, these warriors on command? 
W ith strategic missions to stop a tyrant's heinous crimes, with enemy forces hoping to blow them to kingdom come, as blood gushed daily in streetfights rising over time, what were they thinking, or were they simply growing numb? 
W hat went on behind those frozen eyes and stoic faces. . . hope that from more attacks the enemy would refrain so they could all go "home sweet home". . .of all places? What were they thinking, they might resume their lives again? 
W ith the desperate need for allies just a fantasy affair, what were they thinking as they learned the bitter truth... there were no weapons of mass destruction hiding there all their exhaustive efforts providing no proof? 
W ith their tours of duty over, eager to be going home, where loved ones waited, anxious for that special day when loving "arms" would replace the bombs they've known, what were they thinking when they were ordered to stay? 
W hat were they thinking as the fatalities were miscounted, as comrades were finally buried without a sign of their chief, as one-by-one, the number of dead and wounded mounted as war pre-emptive grew more defensive with no relief? 
W hat were they thinking when they thought nobody could see their hearts leaking down their cheeks. . .in a final good-bye to their buddy, who lost his life just trying to set some free from those terrorist bastards? God, what were they thinking? 
W ith the weight of too many futures on their shoulders, what elusive dream do they cling to behind those eyes as hungry children smile and wave. . .in awe of soldiers tossing sweets; while down the street, another victim dies? E-mail Your Comments To: Lilripple@hotmail.com Copy and paste the address into your e-mail program. Click On Dove To Return Home! 
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