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Here is the poem I will recite for the memorial day festivities.
The sole of a soldier.
My Soles have touched soil,
Touched grass and sand.
Been submerged in foreign waters,
and mud in foreign lands.
My soles have saved lives,
and treaded on death.
Marched through many countries,
but never a footprint left.
My soles have left tracks of blood, sweat, and tears.
My soles have conquered anger and terrorized fear.
My soles have stood firm through years of tyranny,
and stomped a mudhole in anyone threatening Liberty.
My soles has been to hell and back, withstood the flames of war,
retold the tales of soles long gone, and the ones who came before.
To the most decorated veteran, to the greenest of horns.
My soles will travel this world again even after I am gone.
And as we gather remembrance of the of the Soles that gave their lives,
We look upon the ones that bear there boots and still survive
The ones who walk the path of pain and pride through eagles eyes,
we know that every step they take, The souls of solders thrive.
Hoo Raahh!
KK
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