Soldier

By Daisy

Intro:

The theme I choose is about soldiers. I choose this theme because three or four of my family members were soldiers.So when I thought about them I also thought 'hey my theme should be about soldiers.' My grandfather died by lung cancer when I was about three months old and I don't know how my great-grandfather died. Tio Jesus was in the army then he joined something else. He is having trouble with his two oldest kids because they told him that they hate being poor and it broke his heart because he spent all of the money that they had to finish the house so they could have their own rooms and he didn't know that he raised them to be like that. Then theirs Tio Moi, he is still in the army and is also having trouble but with his wife. His wife only married him for his money, she doesn't pay attention to her kids, and he pays attention to them even though their not his, she cheats on him and she called the cops on him for a reason that don't remember. Even when they are not working on the field,but, at home they are still fighting. It breaks my heart to see them in that position. I've been their before and I'm still going trough it but in a different situation. I wish that I have a magic wand to take all of this that is going on away and wish that Tio Moi's wife would love him, pay attention to her kids and never cheat on, and Tio Jesus's kids to be greatful of what they have and for them to stop complaning about being poor it's not that big of a deal actually. They complan for being poor because they want thing that they want and they can't always get what they want. To me all of Jesus's kids are spoiled, and I don't think its his fault, I think its his wife's fault because she was the one who practicaly raised them, I love them but I don't like spoiled kids they are annoying. The one I get along the most is Emily who is the second oldest,they rest not so much. I really want to talk to her so bad because I want to tell her that "you can't always get what you want and being poor is not that bad, I've practaly been there my whole life." I want to tell my Tia that " you should pay attention to your kids they are more important and if you don't love this man in the first place then why did you marry him and money is nothing, love is the whole point of family and life."

The Soldier by Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:

That there’s some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;

A body of England’s, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.


And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Soldier by George L. Skypeck

I was that which others did not want to be.
I went where others feared to go, and did what others failed to do.
I asked nothing from those who gave nothing.
And reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness... should I fail.
I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment’s love.
I have cried, pained, and hoped...but most of all, I have lived times others would say were best forgotten.
At least someday, I will be able to say that I was proud of what I was... a soldier.

Battle Scars by Guy Sebastian ft. Lupe Fiasco

The wound heals but it never does
That's cause you're at war with love
You're at war with love, yeah

These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
These battle

Never let a wound ruin me
But I feel like ruin's wooing me
Arrow holes that never close from cupid on a shooting spree
Feeling stupid cause I know it ain't no you and me
But when you're trying to beat the odds up
Been trying to keep your nods up and you know that you should know
And let her go but the fear of the unknown
Holding another lover's phone sends you back into the zone
With no Tom Hanks to bring you home
A lover not a fighter on the front line with a poem
Trying to write yourself a rifle
Maybe sharpen up a song
To fight the tanks and drones of you being alone

I wish I never looked, I wish I never touched
I wish that I could stop loving you so much
Cause I'm the only one that's trying to keep us together
When all of the signs say that I should forget her
I wish you weren't the best, the best I ever had
I wish that the good outweighed the bad
Cause it'll never be over, until you tell me it's over

These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change

These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
These battle

You shouldn't have but you said it
(And I hope you never come back)
It shouldn't have happened but you let it
Now you're down on the ground screaming medic
The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses
Shields, body armours and vests
Don't properly work, that's why you're in a locker full of hurt
The enemy within and all the fires from your friends
The best medicine is to probably just let her win

I wish I couldn't feel, I wish I couldn't love
I wish that I could stop 'cause it hurts so much
And I'm the only one that's trying to keep us together
When all of the signs say that I should forget her
I wish you weren't the best, the best I ever had
I wish that the good outweighed the bad
Cause it'll never be over, until you tell me it's over

These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change

These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
These battle

'Cause you've set me on fire
I've never felt so alive, yeah

Hoping wounds heal, but it never does
That's because you're at war with love

And I'm at the point of breaking
And it's impossible to shake it

See, you hoped the wound heals, but it never does
That's cause you're at war with love
Hope it heals, but it never does
That's cause you're at war with love!

These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change

These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change

These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change

These battle

The soldier by David Ferry

Saturday afternoon. The barracks is almost empty.

The soldiers are almost all on overnight pass.

There is only me, writing this letter to you,

And one other soldier, down at the end of the room,

And a spider, that hangs by the thread of his guts,

His tenacious and delicate guts, Swift’s spider,

All self-regard, or else all privacy.

The dust drifts in the sunlight around him, as currents

Lie in lazy, drifting schools in the vast sea.

In his little sea the spider lowers himself

Out of his depth. He is his own diving bell,

Though he cannot see well. He observes no fish,

And sees no wonderful things. His unseeing guts

Are his only hold on the world outside himself.

I love you, and miss you, and I find you hard to imagine.

Down at the end of the room, the other soldier

Is getting ready, I guess, to go out on pass.

He is shining his boots. He sits on the edge of his bunk,

Private, submissive, and heedful of himself,

And, bending over himself, he is his own nest.

The slightest sound he makes is of his being.

He is his mother, and nest, wife, brother, and father.

His boots are bright already, yet still he rubs

And rubs till, brighter still, they are his mirror,

And in this mirror he observes, I guess,

His own submissiveness. He is far from home

The Soldier of Mictlan by Rigoberto Gonzalez

Once upon a time there was a soldier

who marched to Mictlán in his soldier

boots and every step was a soldier

step and every breath was a soldier

word. Do you know what this soldier

said? I'd like a piece of bread for my soldier

hand. I'd like a slice of cheese for my soldier

nose. And I'd like a woman for my soldier

heart. The mayor of Mictlán saluted the soldier

and bowed his head as he told the soldier:

We have no bread, oh honorable soldier,

we hold empty hands instead. Dear soldier,

let us take yours if we may. And the soldier

held out his hand to be taken. Oh brave soldier,

said the mayor, cheese is your soldier

wish, but we have none since the other soldier

left. We whiff empty hands instead. The soldier

let the mayor sniff the scent of his soldier

palm. And forgive us, oh strong soldier,

said the mayor, but no woman worthy of soldier

warmth lives in our empty town. Will your soldier

eyes teach us wonder and kindness and soldier

love instead? Silence stiffened the soldier

face as a search ensued in the soldier

head for a moment one moment of soldier

bliss. But all was dead. The longer the soldier

looked the more the streets of his soldier

mind resembled the streets that his soldier

feet had taken him to: where no lost soldier

finds bread or cheese or a woman to be a soldier

wife. This was no space for a soldier

life indeed. So off to the hills the soldier

fled to seek out the place where a soldier

sheds the rattle that beckons the soldier

to death to soldier to death to soldier.