Red White Blue Night in Georgia

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She's Mighty Pretty That One

It was only days ago that I first held you in my hands. With the respect and tenderness one gives a newborn you were inspected from end to end. You were perfect, sleek, but dull, shiny; bored just waiting for the chance to prove you were as eloquent as you appeared.

Your perfect fit, your comfortable feel fired dormant embers for others in your presence that fateful day. You will never know the unleashing reprocussions your mere presence in the room had. It was only the sake of propriety that kept the drool from passing the lip and hitting the floor.

It was a surprise to learn the masters had changed you ever so slightly. Who are the mere owners to question those who know so much more than us? Still it will take a concious effort to adjust.....it will happen easily because you have come home....you will not leave. You have again become a member of the family it will remain that way.

It was impressive to watch as you soaked up the attention first given to you. You rewarded your owner with the promise of flawless, impressive performance.

Your accessories were firm in their acceptance of the mission they were to perform. Like soldiers stepping up to a task they lined up waiting to take part in accomplishing the task.

Finally, the day arrived. Two met one in a perfect level line, and like a the well oiled machine you are the task was executed again, again and again. Addiction was stronger now than before.

She's mighty pretty that new Beretta 92FS.

Citizen Soldier

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Letters Home

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A Soliders Letter-From the Heart

This Soldiers Ride

My sister, my comrade, my friend
She was too young for such a tragic end
Now I kneel tracing her name with my fingers
Wet drops from my tears on her headstone lingers

Courageous he murdered her, cowardly he died
Making sense of it all is something we have tried
Senseless violence that hurt so deep
Changing lives forever, making souls weep.

I hear her voice whisper to me "I am here
I am on your shoulder, I am always near
I am that voice telling you Yes! You Can!
I am the voice telling you Get rid of that man!"

I hear her voice whisper and say "it will be alright
I know your worries and fears your battles, your fights
I am watching those you love and over you
GO! DO! What your heart tells you to do!"

I stand and salute my friend, she was a soldier after all
I thank her for the pep talk, I promise to stand tall
I click my heels and walk away knowing she is by my side
Sometimes I just need a reminder she never left THIS Soliders ride.
D. Martin