text: I like this poem very much. It says exactly what a soldier must be feeling. I especially like the part that says "My hearts pounding wildly as I fight to stay free. Sweat, grime, and sand are stuck to my skin. My clothes hang on loosely cause I've gotten so thin. I'm a father, a husband, a brother, or son." I think that sometimes people forget that our soldiers are somembody's father, brother, or son instead of just an American soldier. This is well-written. Have you thought of setting it to music or putting it in a book with other poems like this that you write? I believe that it would sell. I certainly would read a book like that.