I’m standing in the sand where Jesus stood and taught
This is not his message or the world he sought
Lord, I need your blessing to get back home again
But I can’t help feeling what I’m doing is a sin

It’s three a.m. here, yesterday back home
Is she still waiting or has her life moved on
Am I fighting for freedom or the freedom to fight
How many wrongs will make what we do right

The nights are so cold, the days so hot
I’m living in a land that time forgot
The enemy looks just like my friend
This isn’t how I want my life to end

We grab our gear to make rounds once more
Chaplain sends us out with a prayer
Humvees with bullet holes through their doors
Smell of new paint and death in the air

Is that a Bedouin beggar here
Or is it young boy with a bomb
I hate seeing the eyes that show people’s fear
I close my eyes and dream of home

What’s on my face may look like tears
But you know that’s just a lie
Soldiers don’t show pain or even fears
It’s just the sand that’s in my eyes

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Sand In My Eyes
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8 thoughts on “Sand In My Eyes

  • January 20, 2020 at 9:27 am

    Hi, Ward and Mary Hays, welcome aboard.

    This is a powerful and very thought-provoking piece. Indeed “This is not his message or the world he sought.” Humans have gone mad I think and are unable to control themselves, or their leaders who cause all the hatred and sadness to their fellow man.

    I’ve got a lot of mates who are Vietnam vets, many of whom have passed on, sadly, and a bunch of them were so traumatised by the experience that they never recovered.

    Very good work here.


  • January 7, 2020 at 10:28 am

    Hi Ward and Mary

    I’m sorry my english is not so good for now but I’m practising.

    I really like your story you tell in this poem about the soldiers. I think it’s not a sin what they do because the government makes them do it and god said to obey the laws of the land, so I think they just do what they are told to. But I feel bad for them anyway it must be scary.


    • January 7, 2020 at 11:32 am

      Thank you very much for your review, I’m sill trying to figure out how the site works. Thanks for the friend request.
      Ward & Mary

      • January 7, 2020 at 11:41 am

        Thanks for the review and the friend request, I’m still trying to learn the site. The going is slow and I apologize
        for that.
        Ward & Mary

      • January 7, 2020 at 12:27 pm

        Always welcome, my new friends. Once you get used to it this site is fairly easy compared to some that I’ve seen. There are some “How to’s” on the main menu which should help. There are also some answers in the faq and the lounge. You can always send me a pm in the social area by clicking on friends, then my name and the private message and I’ll be happy to help.

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        When you reply to a review just scroll to the review or comment in question and hit the reply button next to it and your reply will land under it off centre.

        When you review just scroll to the very bottom and you’ll see the star ratings, click on a number of stars you’d like to give and then put your review in the box under the stars.

        Hope that helps a bit.

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    • March 14, 2020 at 11:25 am

      (The enemy looks just like my friend
      This isn’t how I want my life to end.)

      Sounds it could be Vietnam or Korea.

      A favorite sentence: Soldiers don’t show pain or even fears
      It’s just the sand that’s in my eyes.

      Good job mate! Take care!

      BOO 👻 Ghost

  • January 7, 2020 at 7:35 am

    Hello, Ward and Mary, it’s nice to meet you on here. I’ve sent you a friend request.

    Wow, this is a powerful piece of well-written poetry with a punch at the end.

    Poor buggers the soldiers are and the things they have to face at “work” each day. I can see why so many of the brave get traumatized by what they have to get involved in.

    Very good poetry and I hope to see more.


    • January 9, 2020 at 11:50 am

      Thanks for the help, I’m getting I’ just a little slow like paint drying or grass growing. Remember It’s Jan. In the States that should mean it’s cold. It’s going down to 70f. If King Trump doesn’t have us in a war.

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