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What are you waiting for?
Silently standing, awaiting sunset,
a small group of soldiers patiently sit.
Head to toe in camo, armor, and ammunition;
these weary warriors fight with conviction,
Jets and helos break the silence,
as these brave men prepare to stop violence.
Flashes, noise, pain, grief and misery,
the farthest things from their minds as they pray on bended knee.
Hand signals, nods, the shuffle of boots,
the sounds you don't hear when they destroy evil's roots.
"CONTACT LEFT, TANGO DOWN, OUT OF AMMO, BLACK BLACK BLACK"
they keep pressing onward, without ever looking back.
Constantly moving, running head long into danger,
these brave men who earned the title Airborne Ranger.
A wife becomes a widow with the knock on a door,
as all of her strength crashes with her to the floor.
She cries all alone as he confirms her fears,
her hero has died, covered in blood, sweat and tears.
She remembers her pride and how much she would brag,
but all she has now is a folded flag.
She wishes it were a lie, a dream, a fable,
as her mother comforts her at the dining room table.
He was one of many who answered freedoms call,
but the cost of freedom is paid by good men who fall.
We are hurt, lost and feeling forsaken,
if you think we'll forget, you are sadly mistaken.
