I stand here with my arm raised with a tear in my eye.
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And I dare to look around I see hundreds of people just like me trying to hide our fear.
I have my laces tied and my shirt buttoned.
As I wait my turn, turn to board the plane to take me far away.
I’m afraid of dying at the hands of my enemy.
Then at the distance I see the flag start to rise and I think of my country at what these people have done.
I stand firm and wipe the tear from my eye.
Then I think of all my brothers and sisters that died on that day that day that shocked the world.
As my fear starts to fade it gets replaced by pride and anger.
I look into the sky the flag is fully raised.
Then as I start to board the plane I see all the faces angry and sad for all our brothers and sisters.
And all I can do is pray my decision was right and I can change the world in this small way.
And I hope this simple American solider can find his way back home.