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Some say we are the richest of them all
some say we are poor the way that we sometimes fall
We leave our families and friends far behind
when our great nation needs us from time to time
but what they don't see is the things we hold dear
when they think and they ponder the real reason we are here
they see our loved ones as they cry and they weep
they see our children wave little flags as we leave
Everyone knows we are leaving to fight
most everyone knows our strength and our might
But what they don't see is these soldiers at night
As they lay in their bunks battling the worst part of this fight
thoughts of loved ones and friends engulf their head
these are the times we all love yet cant help but dread
one remembers his lover and clenches his fist real tight
fighting back the tears that tend to come in the night
His greatest treasure not riches but letters from home
and reads them to take his mind off the soil he was asked to roam
They don't see the people that look up to us
as we deliver them freedom from the their past we turn into dust
they don't see the children we give a second chance
to grow up in a country free from violent hands
all they see is the news and the terror over seas
they are to naive to see the good that we bring
They don't see the work we do and take so much pride
even when our work requires some to leave this world behind
No we may not have lots of money or gold
our riches are too precious to hold
next time you look at the smile on your better half's face
think of yourself leaving them there at that very place
think of yourself fighting in a foreign land
wishing for just one kiss or one gentle touch of their hand
For these are the things we hold precious and dear
the real reason they are home and that we are here
you ask if we are rich, yes we are rich beyond belief
for we know we will return to them and give our hearts some relief
and teach our children good morals and love
so they too grow up knowing they are the richest ones
By Spc Stringham, Joseph L
Camp Ar-Ramadi, Iraq
C btry 2-222 Field Artillery
Utah Army National Guard
16August2005
