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...thought you might enjoy them :)

The Question


The question you must ask yourself

As you head off to your poll,

Is who you trust to lead us now

That survival is our goal.

We tread the path of Jihad’s wrath,

Where misstep could spell doom,

And future times of horrid climes,

In Holocaust’s gray gloom.



What then again I’ll ask of you,

Should be our true agendas,

Privilege and prosperity

Or ways to best defend us?

Affluence won’t concern us much,

Other problems will confound us,

When our cities lie in smoking ruins,

With destruction all around us.



What sort of man I ask you now

Do we really want to lead us?

A nuanced pol, who talks and talks,

While Jihadis grimly bleed us?

Or a fighter, who will walk the walk,

Take the battle to them there,

Force their hand and make them stand,

Destroy them in their lair?



This veteran says let’s fight them there;

Lure all those fanatic fools,

To where they face armed fighting men,

Not children in their schools.

I know how I shall vote this time,

I’ll vote to win this war;

Not to let John Kerry lose it,

As he did mine long before.



Russ V.

2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment

101st Airborne Division

Vietnam 65-66



The Sheepdogs



Most humans truly are like sheep

Wanting nothing more than peace to keep

To graze, grow fat and raise their young,

Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.

Their lives serene upon Life’s farm,

They sense no threat nor fear no harm.

On verdant meadows, they forage free

With naught to fear, with naught to flee.

They pay their sheepdogs little heed

For there is no threat; there is no need.



To the flock, sheepdog’s are mysteries,

Roaming watchful round the peripheries.

These fang-toothed creatures bark, they roar

With the fetid reek of the carnivore,

Too like the wolf of legends told,

To be amongst our docile fold.

Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they?

They have no use, not in this day.

Lock them away, out of our sight

We have no need of their fierce might.



But sudden in their midst a beast

Has come to kill, has come to feast

The wolves attack; they give no warning

Upon that calm September morning

They slash and kill with frenzied glee

Their passive helpless enemy

Who had no clue the wolves were there

Far roaming from their Eastern lair.

Then from the carnage, from the rout,

Comes the cry, “Turn the sheepdogs out!”



Thus is our nature but too our plight

To keep our dogs on leashes tight

And live a life of illusive bliss

Hearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss.

Until he has us by the throat,

We pay no heed; we take no note.

Not until he strikes us at our core

Will we unleash the Dogs of War

Only having felt the wolf pack’s wrath

Do we loose the sheepdogs on its path.



And the wolves will learn what we’ve shown before;

We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.



Russ V.

2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment

101st Airborne Division

Vietnam 65-66