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Mr. M.
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I'm not going to tell you about my upbringing by wolfs, & all the nitty gritty of my life, I just see no point. So if you want to know me? Then find a way to get to know me. Till we meet have a nice day.
I'm not going to tell you about my upbringing by wolfs, & all the nitty gritty of my life, I just see no point. So if you want to know me? Then find a way to get to know me. Till we meet have a nice day.

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 Among the brambles of a shattered hearts among the shambles of life's torn apart. when love or friendship turns to hate, When words are spoken to berate, To pick up the pieces seems a chore, But must be done to grieve no more. Among the puzzles of the reasons why. among the thistles that causes pain to cry. when moving on is the only goal,to open the door to another soul, walking in limbo for a while but lighting candles with a smile. Among the confusion of forest and trees, among the conclusion of answers that please. when peace is restored from lackluster when courage and spirit are easy to muster. To encounter the new and inclusive, To get rid of the old and abusive. Slowly the hurt will be completely erased with a better relationship the ego replaced. We remember no matter the distance of time in space. And thus I would like to say rest easy R.Lee Ermey your legacy on screen, and service to our country will not easily be replaced. Your sharp to the point view and voice will echo into history like so many before you. rest easy now as your service to your nation is concluded, yet this American has one last thing to say Thanks!
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Cold veins, ice cold heart, wide awake yet still dreaming of travels, only the eagles of freedom dare fly. Hurting more then ever before in life, death is a bitch that fights harder the more you fight. the blood that slows to my heart is still full of life's mistakes, love and happiness, once I lived, once I had a rich existence. A story i could tell to my still young children who with wide eyes glowed at their fathers tales of adventure's, and legends of brave men. And while I am no more may my voice still he heard echoing the same freedoms I yelled for while I was alive. If nothing else let my sacrifice prove to you that your country's worth giving up your life for. Stand your ground be brave, send this old Airman to his resting place, knowing Americas still being fought for. I'll be saluting you from above, once that flag waves with the lost pride that was found. Please remember if not for but one second those who with fear in their hearts tears in their eyes still faced the battles we have so long fought let not their death be in forgetful memory to only ever be remembered by the war torn blood strained pages of history.
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There love is not blind, and tho they signed a waver that takes them far away, there love is binding them to you. How much they speak of you, in a heart full of the longing to return. Stroke by stroke sending long smoke that Carry's on the wind your name. The confuse that is war will never ceasefire, nothing else compares to the battle love that's forged red with passion, Nor the desire of a hot blooded American seeking to make it home, How patriotism has them wrapped around her finger. Yet if theirs lessons to be learned its the worlds better when Americans are on the ground making there country proud.
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Are you hearing me yet? Are you hearing my call? A cry for help with no answer at all. I would like you to think I'm a Marine with skills, Who war did not change who's life was not rearranged. Don't you make fun of me with my metals, my flags my nightmares and my hell's. I can't be seen as just like all the rest. For I escaped through a trap door and now I am on my way just like all the best. The clouds in the sky no longer keeping the sun back, Time to step away leave all I was and will always be behind, away to my private place where the roads will always be straight and true. To a Paradise that someday I can share with you.
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What is it I ask of every American this night. To see that the truth is complicated, and that lies we do not seek. Fear makes you so fragile, hate is all the more heaver when your so weak. Why be lost in anger? Why fall for the traps placed in our minds, by those who have only ever done us wrong. It's so easy to see how manipulated we have been by both sides, We do more together then those in Washington, our community's survive because we place hand and hand and care. We don't give hand outs, but by God we will give a hand up to all regardless of the racists feelings they want to place on us. I am American, he who believes in God Family and country. He who gives strength to the weak so they may be strong. He who knows Injustice yet holds stead fast against those who wish to bring forth pain and fear. I will not back down, And nor will you, lets stand together as only Americans can.
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Combating stolen valor for those who have truly fought amongst the blood and tears, is what are service members now face, this is the domestic enemy they must concur. Called a felony for a reason to depict oneself as a member of this great union is morally wrong and against all are laws. Not only is it dishonoring those they desire to be, but also shaming themselves. Those who answered a call, and agreed to serve, in the air, land and sea. Some think it small to answer that call but it is harder than you may think. Though not all will die, the chances are high that they may look Death in his face. I have not served so who am I to speak on behalf of you. Who am I to understand what it is you have gone through. I am an American who wish only to honor you in a way you should be, I seek not to steal you valor nor disrespect you like others would. Know my heart is of its truest form when I say. I support you and respect all you have given, I am an American in tribute to the service men and woman of the United States Of America. What valor we chose to uphold is ares. I am not you, and I call upon all those who steal the valor of others and who have never served. Don’t spit on those who did. This is the overwhelming reality of what we face in this nation at this time it really is very sad that those who come home from war must now defend themselves from phony liars.
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A Brothers courage is one of a kind, as their is power in letting go. The raw love not easy to hide, nor looking him in the eye behind the tears steaming down. How it's hard to stand strong when you feel so sick to see him go. It's not easy to be the pillar when you're​ foundation is cracking and you're sinking in. Their will be no comfort in the truth, nor words spoken to hurtful ears. No time can heal the void created or mend the missing heart. A Brothers love unlike any other, a connection, stronger then old friends willing to fight and always ready to defend.
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I see beyond the crosses In the snow covered field Like soldiers in formation for whom our hearts aren't healed I see beyond the sacrifice Of those that gave their life and with their faith to guide them Left a husband, child, or wife I see beyond the caisson That a single stallion drays Committing one more hero Feel the pain their loss. I see beyond the sadness Carried by the bugles trill, The sense of loss hangs heavy As if the earth stood still. I see beyond the honor guard And their shots fired in salute, A tribute to their brother Who before them now lay Mute. I see beyond all these things With my heart if not my eye. For their lies a scrupulous custom that the guard must follow when watching over the graves. Of those lost souls, The Tomb Guard: They March 21 steps south down the black mat laid across the Tomb. Then they Turn and faces east, toward the Tomb, for 21 seconds. Once more they turn and face north, changing weapon to outside shoulder, and waits 21 seconds. They March 21 steps down the mat. Turns and faces east for 21 seconds. Turns and faces south, changes weapon to outside shoulder, and waits 21 seconds. Repeats the routine until the soldier is relieved of duty at the Changing of the Guard. Men who in the living still honor those long gone. What an utter show of RESPECT!
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You're America's original life line, a touch that is magnetic to Americans world wide. Blood under pressure, no longer must you be a ghost here amongst the living you are flesh and blood and you deserve to be loved, you deserve all that you are given. Those with the backbone built from Respect courage Patriotism lead the charge into hell's chamber. Marine saints no need to change. Nor rearrange all the pain and love lost. Words lost on deaf ears, screams covered up so truth is never none, No more Will active military and Veteran's alike be lost before their time is do. Forgotten body's and lost souls no more, the American people care it's time we lived by the words Semper Fi.
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I am An immigrant from Ireland I was brought to America at a very young age by my parents. I have known nothing else but how to be an Irish American, my parents came here legally and we all became citizens who live and provide for America, I am a part time American as I was not born here and tho i have the title citizen I am not An American by birth Yet I feel as an individual who took the path hard traveled and know what it is not to be a true American immigrant, I find it insulting that those who now wish to come get free passes because everyone suddenly cares. The protesters and Liberals and democrats are the Oppressors, your state, your religion are destructive to all, and yet you think your good, kind and Superior. But I find you cruel, arrogant and callous but that is just my view point, what do I know? You control the language that describes pain but there is none for me in its grid, or how I feel My soul is ripped from my body and bound, On to your machines on which I slave and toil. You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt Master and slave; it is only a matter of degrees But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury. Everything has its time and its place, yours is over End is here, for you and everything you hold dear everything carries with it the root of its own destruction And I will rejoice now that your has very finally come. I am An Irish Immigrant what will you say now
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