For His Memory

My cousin is a sergeant in the US marines and fought on the front line with the US marines in Iraq, in Ramadi. This poem was written by a teenage soldier, in my cousin's platoon, just days before he was killed in action on the eve of his birthday. It i

I am a Knight and this is my Hum V horse
I awake every morning not knowing my course.
Run there, go here to fight an enemy I can't see so clear,
And every day, God knows, I have my doubts,
Not knowing what this is all about,
To help a people who don't want me in their land,
And I know they'd wish I'd lie down forever in this sand.
The twisted grin on their faces as they hide in the dark,
I can only pray ' God don't let me miss my mark.'
I am the few, the proud, a US marine,
Yet all of my accomplishments my loved ones have never seen.
A heart of stone, a face weathered by storm,
With all the dreams of a boy but now in uniform.
My story will probably never be told,
What I've been through, the average man would fold.
When you lie down for bed every night,
Know I've offered my life and I am the first to fight
For those I love I am out here doing my best,
I've given my life to protect, and I'll never rest.
Born to fight, trained to kill
I'm ready to die, but never will

Private First Class Andrew J Halverson. October 10, 1984 to October 9, 2004

Author's Note

This is not my writing, I have only posted this in his memory, to tell his story

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[redd Brick Keshner]

My cousin served with the 101st in Kuwait and the first year of the Gulf War. He has since passed on and I can relate with this write. Thanks for sharing.