Ten years have gone by,
which is half of my life.
I have no children,
don’t have no wife.
In Afghanistan, my friends died.
I ask myself,”Why didn’t I?”
I feel guilty,
for there are many things that could’ve gone differently.
The smells, sounds, and visuals,
tell the story of individuals.
I miss my friends, my brothers.
No one cares, the others.
To my country, deaths of a lost cause
but to me, sacrificed for all of us.
They don’t see what I see…
“Land Of Liberty, Home Of The Free!”
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Written By John Matar
A Philosophical Journey 
Beautiful….I can’t imagine how you feel…losing people who fought beside you…it has to be a hard feeling of knowing it “could’ve been you”
But as a proud American…I’d like to thank you for risking your life…and all your brothers and sisters who did so….may they rest in peace
It takes a strong person to do so…and people forget who we owe our freedom too…
If you’d like to share their story please visit my blog.
Thank You.
Posted by foreverlivingjedi | October 12, 2011, 22:07Thank you so much. It feels good to know that people still care in some way. The war may not be for the right reasons but human beings are still in harms way. I will be more than glad to share the story of my friend PFC John Edward Andrade Sr. He was 19, newly married and a 7 month year old son. He will be missed but most importantly, he will be remembered. Thank you again.
Posted by John Matar | October 12, 2011, 22:12Great poem, I care John. I respect you and everything you have done in life for others. Your a role model and a very smart man.
– A friend.
Posted by N/a | October 15, 2011, 06:13Thank you very much. I appreciate your kind words.
Posted by John Matar | October 23, 2011, 16:50This was an amazing poem… Thank you for what you’ve done and what you do..
Posted by Bianca | October 22, 2011, 02:54Thanks Bianca! As crazy as it sounds, I would do it all over again if given the opportunity.
Posted by John Matar | October 23, 2011, 16:51