From: "jake the snake" <snake@compuwise.net>
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Date: Friday, March 24, 2000 9:08 AM

                                    Desert Storm
         There's thunder over sand dunes, and fire in the nightime sky;
         The valient troops of Desert Storm are poised and don't ask why.
         They're ready to do battle, to oppose a ruthless foe;
         Some will take that one way path, that all great Warrior's know.
         
         Six months ago I tilled the soil, the young Nebrasken say's;
         Today I face an enemy, who say's this land is His.
         From ten thousand feet above the sand, a pilot blinks his eye's;
         If He didn't know any better, these could be Texas skies.
        Off the coast of California, the sea is just as blue;
        As it is here on this Carrier, thinks a boy from San Berdo.
        The Marine sits in his foxhole, his thoughts begin to roam;
        To a girl he left in Boston, a place that he calls home.

        It's the way it's always been, for young Warrior's in the sand;
        Many miles away from home, who may die in a distant land.
        They are here to do their duty,none hoped it would come to this;
        But when their Country called them,
                                                they left their loved ones with a kiss.
        To many they are Hero's, protecting Freedom's right;
        But they're really just the kid next door, who got caught up in the fight.
        The sky's still blue in Texas, and the soil has been turned;
        It's winter now in Boston, and in Longbeach whales returned.

        They say that life's a gamble, and We all one day will die;
        For some there is no better life,
                                                than to soar with comrades in the sky.
        Others will put down the gun, when their tour of duty's through;
        Some will pay that costly price, protecting me and you.
        There will always be a Warrior, who will gladly pay the price;
        If the cause be just and moral, it's like the rollin of the dice.
        You can not pay for Freedom, with a credit card or cash, 
        There is a chance we all must take,
        We ALL end up Tombstones in the grass!
        

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