I posted the above photo earlier on our Facebook page and a friend of mine who writes poems for our military wrote up the following poem. I hope you like it.
This is the reason I do it, this baby in my hand,
The reason I wear this uniform, the reason I serve my land,
The everyday freedoms of walking up and down the street,
not worried for a moment of any evil their may be,
I choose to fight the evil in countries far away,
To toil in sand and desert sun for many a day,
To see things unspeakable and face fear square on,
right now the only task I have is getting my baby home.
I want them to look up at me and put that smile on their face,
I want them to understand what I do when it calls me away,
but right now I want them for a few more minutes just to sleep,
till we get home to mother and a fine dinner to eat.
This baby is the reason for me to fight for peace,
so they never will have to do the things or see what I have seen,
So when they grow up there may be peace the world round,
now I may quiet so as not to cause my baby to make a sound.