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Thank You To The Soldier

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isabellaswancullen

Published: Nov 12, 2012

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Thank you to the soldier
that's gone away to war.
Thank you to the soldier
aware of what this fight is for

Thank you to the soldier
that serves beneath our flag.
Thank you to the soldier--
that posses courage I don't have.

Thank you to the soldier;
a life forever changed.
Thank you to the soldier
who can't come home the same.

Thank you to the soldier
that never saw the battlefield.
Thank you to the soldier;
a sacrifice forever real.

Thank you to the solider
that never made it home.
Thank you to the soldier...
who knows there's more to come.

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Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Pop-pop. Thank you, Travis. Thank you, Jamie. Thank you, Brian.

The Veterans and current enlisted are the reasons we have the freedoms that we do. They deserve that recognition. They defend our rights and our safety every single day.

Written Nov 12, 2010.
Edited Nov 11, 2012.

Edited Nov 12, 2013

I know this is a day late but I didn't have time yesterday. Thank you to all the military veterans in my life, thank you for what you did, thank you for what you continue to do.

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