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Apryl [ Working alot of hours as a CNA]

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*The name is Apryl*I am a sensitive person*I was born in Springfield Massachusetts, but consider myself a Bostonian*I am extremely loyal to people, but they have to earn my trust first.*My nationality is, French,Italian, Native American(Cherokee, Blackfoot and Iroquois Tribes), British, irish, dutch and Jamaican* Family and Friends always come first to me.* I cannot tolerate selfish people.* I always put God before anything.* The majority of my friends are ones I have known for most of my life, which means they have always been there when i needed them.* I love sports. I use to be a competitive gymnast for 9 years.* I have a common diagnosis known as, Scoliosis(A curvature of the spine.* I eventually will become an Army Soldier after college sometime.* The lord is my savior, and through his words I will praise him.* I go to youth group twice a week, which is my favorite place to be. * Christ is always my strength in life.A Time of War…A Time of Peace…I sit in darken room with the dull hum of a channel now gone off the air The flickering light awakens me once again at 2:30 in the AM Sitting numb of feeling and a great sense of loss and wonder who really cares For we are at war again…once again American blood spilled on land far from home I wonder and pray for the families of the 111, who have died thus far, This, the 13th day of war.I find it difficult to separate myself from a war I faced in my youth from this one Why do we not learn about the downsides of war? It is the question of the hour. Part of my mind and heart say we need to set another people free--been there, done that. That one cost over 50,000 lives listed on a black wall in Washington, DC and those people are still not free.Somewhere, tonight in Baghdad, someone’s father and husband will go do his janitor job That will not come home tomorrow from his “Safe” job as he has become expendable Along with the building he is caring for. A wife and children will go searching And discover he is gone. A small child will awaken by a short round with wounds She won’t understand and will search for mother and father, sister, and brother too Unable to find them, where is her freedom?Some youth of America who was writing a letter home telling his family and loved ones it is almost over, the worst is done...but he will never mail that letter much less finish it as a suicide bomber will blow him to kingdom come, a knock at the door...at 2:00 AM telling them that their loved one is gone, some price for freedom!I sit here all alone barracked in--a prisoner in my home Afraid to venture out, my emotions have made me ugly, my heart Is hurting for the soldiers far away from home. I want to stop their dying And just as my war of 34 years ago I still can’t stop the dying Or fix the torn bleeding parts.As with so many years ago, I served my country and came home Searching for a medic to make me whole but the band-aids keep coming off Exposing my heart and soul--who will fix the medic I still want to know? This weekend is our reunion of the men of the 2/47 Infantry I won’t be going they remind me of a war fought long ago It is not memories that I seek but freedom for my sick and weary soul.http://www.xoospace.com/myspace/graphics/23944.jpg The Cost of a Soldier A True Soldier is tough indeed standing tall and strong when there is a need A Soldier also feels sadness, pain, and sorrow Sometimes not looking forward to the trials of tomorrowWhen a Soldier is wounded in battle the nerves of his buddies it does rattle When news reaches friends and family at home how their worries and minds begin to roamA wounded Soldier feels inadequate at best stopping him from much needed healing rest A wounded Soldiers wonders will he ever be alright, trusting in God that he'll make it through the night.When a Soldier is wounded far beyond repair the loss and pain felt can not compare The Cost of a Soldier is set so very high they assure our freedom will always applyTo stand beside a Soldier and walk through his pain will humble a civilian, no longer to complain Love, patience, trust and hope is what a Soldier needs to get them through some very treacherous deedsDear Lord please watch over our Military today as they work to keep our freedom everyday For the wounded and the families of Soldiers lost Please Bless them with abundant love, for we know not the cost.The Cost of a Soldier is set so very high our support for them we should never deny

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The Cost of a Soldier A True Soldier is tough indeed standing tall and strong when there is a need A Soldier also feels sadness, pain, and sorrow Sometimes not looking forward to the trials of tomorrowWhen a Soldier is wounded in battle the nerves of his buddies it does rattle When news reaches friends and family at home how their worries and minds begin to roamA wounded Soldier feels inadequate at best stopping him from much needed healing rest A wounded Soldiers wonders will he ever be alright, trusting in God that he'll make it through the night.When a Soldier is wounded far beyond repair the loss and pain felt can not compare The Cost of a Soldier is set so very high they assure our freedom will always applyTo stand beside a Soldier and walk through his pain will humble a civilian, no longer to complain Love, patience, trust and hope is what a Soldier needs to get them through some very treacherous deedsDear Lord please watch over our Military today as they work to keep our freedom everyday For the wounded and the families of Soldiers lost Please Bless them with abundant love, for we know not the cost.The Cost of a Soldier is set so very high our support for them we should never denyA Time of War…A Time of Peace…I sit in darken room with the dull hum of a channel now gone off the air The flickering light awakens me once again at 2:30 in the AM Sitting numb of feeling and a great sense of loss and wonder who really cares For we are at war again…once again American blood spilled on land far from home I wonder and pray for the families of the 111, who have died thus far, This, the 13th day of war.I find it difficult to separate myself from a war I faced in my youth from this one Why do we not learn about the downsides of war? It is the question of the hour. Part of my mind and heart say we need to set another people free--been there, done that. That one cost over 50,000 lives listed on a black wall in Washington, DC and those people are still not free.Somewhere, tonight in Baghdad, someone’s father and husband will go do his janitor job That will not come home tomorrow from his “Safe” job as he has become expendable Along with the building he is caring for. A wife and children will go searching And discover he is gone. A small child will awaken by a short round with wounds She won’t understand and will search for mother and father, sister, and brother too Unable to find them, where is her freedom?Some youth of America who was writing a letter home telling his family and loved ones it is almost over, the worst is done...but he will never mail that letter much less finish it as a suicide bomber will blow him to kingdom come, a knock at the door...at 2:00 AM telling them that their loved one is gone, some price for freedom!I sit here all alone barracked in--a prisoner in my home Afraid to venture out, my emotions have made me ugly, my heart Is hurting for the soldiers far away from home. I want to stop their dying And just as my war of 34 years ago I still can’t stop the dying Or fix the torn bleeding parts.As with so many years ago, I served my country and came home Searching for a medic to make me whole but the band-aids keep coming off Exposing my heart and soul--who will fix the medic I still want to know? This weekend is our reunion of the men of the 2/47 Infantry I won’t be going they remind me of a war fought long ago It is not memories that I seek but freedom for my sick and weary soul.

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