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Dear Mister President

November 11th, 2007 by opposite_prime · 1 Comment

We have Iraq war veterans coming back from service to find their jobs non-existent.

We have Iraq war veterans coming back to find their wages cut.

These people are fighting for something they may not believe in, but for our way of life. And theirs.

They have kids, wives, husbands, and family all over this nation.

These lyrics may have well been written in the 60s by Guthrie, Dylan, or others. DiFranco or Vedder didn’t come up with this either. Dave Gutter, with others, wrote this. Happy Veterans Day, and may the rest come home safely.
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lyrics by Dave Gutter of Rustic Overtones, et al.
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Dear Mr. President,

I’m a soldier with the 82nd airborne stationed overseas.
My family and my friends all pray god is watching over me,
Even god can’t save us now.

Mr. President I’m writing you this poem,
And I sent along a picture of my family back at home,
I hear my heart beat loud out in these killing fields alone,
I always hit my target, I just miss my happy home.

When will be the end of this all?
Now that our back is against the wall.

I joined the army like my father did,
And his father before,
I saw army green canvas look like perfect art of war.
The images I see now are like ones I saw before.
How am i hero if don’t know what its for?
Days are getting longer,
Night I never get to sleep.
And I just had a new born daughter that I hope I get to see.
I’ve got bloodshed on my conscience,
She’s so innocent and free,
I just killed some baby’s father,
Better him instead of me.

And mankind is getting small.

Before the war…, life it was beautiful,
We marched out in the sun.
Now it’s stars a stripes at funerals,
our darkest days have come.
Dying in this combat zone,
It scares me half to death.
Because if I don’t make it to heaven,
What’s to live for after death?
I’ve seen mothers of the friends I’ve lost out marching in a crowd,
Cause their sons wear purple hearts,
Inside their coffins in the ground.
When they left for war,
They thought their mommas would be proud,
When they faced off with their enemies they thought they’d take them down.

Hatred is tearing our soul apart.
Separation is tearing the world apart.
Corruption is playing its part.

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1 response so far ↓

  • 1 Dave // Apr 28, 2008 at 5:09 pm

    This song is great…sends the right message.

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