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I flew into the house with bow drawn to ear, 
In hopes of finding someone with which love I could cheer.

I froze in place my heart filled with fear. 
There sat a K-bar, a K pot, and Kevlar, with sand filled boots, sand camo, and gear.

I looked about wondering where I could hide, 
And caught sight of them and wanted to die,

For there they sat looking fearsome and mean,
Then I realized it looked like they were caught in a waken dream.

They looked at a picture and sat stone still,
I looked too it was of them and some friends, in gear on a hill.

I saw the discharge papers, and felt the heartache it brought,
That was all from their love of country they had got.

They looked at me and smiled a little bit feral,
And said calmly, “Don’t worry you aren’t looking down my barrel.”

“Go on and find those that need love and to them give it,
Those ones out there that from it will benefit.”

I stood amazed, as they had none,
And yet wished to send me on to everyone.

I looked at this person on this day of love all alone,
And wondered how any could ever atone.

For the price they had paid was worth all the love,
Here on earth and in heaven above.

And selflessly they wanted to send me on my way,
So that others could be happy on this loving day.

I looked at their heart it was covered in scars,
Not just from failed love, many also from friends fallen in wars.

I wished to take aim and empty my quiver,
Then realized from that heart flowed love like a river.

“Go on.” They told me, “Spread love to the people,
And make the bells of weddings ring from the steeple.”

I resolved to go and find them a mate,
Yet for their kind I found little but hate.

So now I contemplate the fate of the soldier,
Those that love so much they put rifle to shoulder.

I went back still hoping to find them a lover,
And was again sent away to spread love to others.

At the end of the day I returned once again,
And found that they had not even been visited by friends.

“How can you accept this?” I asked in awe,
And their chuckle quickly became a guffaw.

Shortly they settled and managed to say,
“I love so much and so deeply that it scares many away.”

“Others see the roughness of me,
Decide I’m a danger and just leave me be.”

“Some see the toughness that is of me part,
And can’t see the gentleness that is of love, an art.”

“Yes I am lonely and sometimes quite sad,
But something is bought with the lives of those who are bad.”

“For those of us who love our countries so true,
And go round the world, as all soldiers and sailors do.”

“We provide a place for love you see,
And a home and safety for those that are free.”

“We know they may hate us for what we do,
And still our love for our country, its people, and freedom comes shining through.”

“Somewhere a partner for me may be found,
But they too will love, as deeply as I, this very piece of ground.”

“And for it they would also their blood shed,
Like I not caring if they were thought crazy in the head.”

“So go and spread to all that you see,
That quiver of love filled by those just like me.”

I found their words true,
And went to spread love as they told me to do.

My quiver to overflowing was filled,
From the hearts of soldiers that for love of country and peoples, blood had been spilled.

It didn’t mater if it was one single drop,
Or if it had all come out in a single spot.

The love of soldiers was now plain to me,
And I wish that I could make all to see.
The price that they pay for us to be free.
And the love that flows from them to you and me.

 by Jarl Hunden