"Soldier of mine"-Poem

Dear sweer soldier of mine
I hope you are doing fine
I pray daily for your safe return
Home,today is not to soon
Marching off to the war
Please let me thank you
One more time
Thank you for your sacrifice
Thank you for your time
Always in my thoughts
Forever in my mind
If tommorrow finds you in this war
I know that our freedom


Is what you are fighting for
So please let me thank you
One more time
Oh thank you dear sweet soldier of mine
You're always in my prayers
And always on my mind.

I found this poem in a local T.V guide at our grocery store and wanted to share it with all of you. The author is Kelle-Irene Marie Carter.
She wrote it for Sgt. David Wheeler who is stationed in Iraq.

By imaqt1962 from illinois

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January 15, 20060 found this helpful

That is beautiful. I hope that you don't mind that I copied it to share with friends. I have several friends who have either sons, brothers, or fathers in the military in Iraq right now.


I have started a small collection of "military" poems. Thanks so for sharing.

July 24, 20160 found this helpful

I know this is a long shot, but I wrote this and just came across this. The original post said she saw it in a local TV guide. I can't find it, I didn't know it was published, how or who submitted it. Do you happen to know where?


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October 29, 20070 found this helpful

Subject: Fwd: final inspection

Please with pride pass this on!

The Marine stood and faced God,

Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his shoes were shining,

Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, Marine,

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?


To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,

"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.

Because those of us who carry guns,

Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,

And at times my talk was tough.

And sometimes I've been violent,

Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,

That wasn't mine to keep...

Though I worked a lot of overtime,

When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear.

And sometimes, God, forgive me,

I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,

Among the people here.

They never wanted me around,

Except to calm their fears
If you've a place for me here, Lord,

It needn't be so grand.

I never expected or had too much,


But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,

Where the saints had often trod.

As the Marine waited quietly,

For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Marine,

You've borne your burdens well.

Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,

You've done your time in Hell."
~Author Unknown~

It's the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us the freedom of the press.

It's the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us the freedom of speech.

It's the Soldier, not the politicians
That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

It's the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.


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