Jason W. Chittum

Jason is a Sergeant in the United States Army with 1st Battalion, 178th Field Artillery

A SOLDIER’S THOUGHTS

We send him to far away lands,
With only an M-16 in his hands.
He fights for freedom, Justice, and what’s right,
Even if it means giving his own life.

He dreams of a place far away… long ago,
This is where his heart longs to go.

He dreams of his beautiful wife
The way she would smile when she talked,
Or the way she would strut when she walked.
He dreams of the way she would mumble the words “I love you in her sleep,”
And the way she would pull the covers at night from his feet.

He dreams of his oldest son
And taking him fishing,
Where they would talk about fast cars and gorgeous women,
Of course they never really did catch anything,
But they had fun just the same.

He dreams of his little girl
“daddy’s little angel”
she was always so playful.
With baby blue eyes and red curly hair,
Nothing is this world could ever compare.

He fights in this war so they won’t have to;
He fights for the “Red, White, and Blue.”

Now going back to reality
Crawling through mud filled trenches,
Bombs bursting overhead still he never flinches.
His tender brown eyes,
Full of pain and hatred inside:
His tender loving heart,
Has turned to stone and starting to crumble apart.

He wants to go home more than anything in this world,
Because he misses his wife, his son, and his little girl.

When finally do send him home
They want to call him a hero and give him the Medal of Honor,
But still he ponders?
Was it worth all the lives,
and lonely wives,
of all his friends that they will never see again?

But then he remembers they where soldiers,
They did what they had to do,
For the “Red, White, and Blue.”

They swore to it
When they enlisted in,
Duty, Honor, and Country over and over and again and again.

Because we send him to far away lands,
with only an M-16 in his hands.