EACH SOLDIER IS DIFFERENT, YET WE ARE MORE ALIKE THAN MANY KNOW.
STUFF OF DREAMS With great hesitation, She had sent it to him, Her photograph, just her, All she wore was a smile, Posed, taken, sent far away, To remind him what he left, Memory of her, all of her, Remembrance she awaited him, In his Kevlar it came to reside, Upon his crown, day in and out, Through... Sign in to see full entry.