|  These poems were first published at  Bring Them Home Now, an anti-war group established by and composed of military families, service members, and veterans.
 
 July 25, 2004
 
"7.62 Millimeter"
 
I never knew the man I killedon that Arabian summer day.
 I never knew the pain he felt
 as his life had slipped away.
 I never knew his children lost
 by bullets aimed astray.
 I never saw his crying wife
 when she heard the news that day.
 I never knew the vows he swore
 or the god to whom he prayed.
 His promise to avenge beloved victims
 of foreign evils who wished to stay.
 I will never forget the eternal tragedy
 of that man's final day.
 When he ran across the alley shooting
 what decisions could I make?
 He shot at me, he chose to die.
 No glory for the brave.
 I chose to live, I pulled the trigger.
 The filthy gutter was his grave.
 In every war people die.
 War is hell they say.
 But they didn't know the man I killed
 like I knew him that day.
 If I could have met the man I killed
 before I took his life away,
 I would have told him I wish we could have met
 another time, another place.
 
 
[Name withheld]Iraq
 
posted 28 july 2004
 
July 22, 2004
 
"Accidental Terrorist"
 
Enlisted in the ranks under king George IITrained as a peace keeper but terror is my weapon
 Superior tech-threat the enemy cowers
 In mud huts and holy towers
 Watching CNN with xenophobic fear
 Mecca's bought on Wall Street as proud imperialists
 cheer
 Who want's to marry a millionaire on real world
 Baghdad
 There will be no Ramadan this year
 
I'm a mercenary that kills for college tuitionA time honored family tradition
 The floatation device for the working class man
 Trade a picket fence for blood soaked sand
 I'll learn to hate the Arab face
 Like a taint among the human race
 Prejudice claims another soul
 At the end of a bullets trace
 
Hitler reborn in a bigot's causeThe SS rally under Patriot laws
 Media scandal, vote Nazi for four more
 Write a check to the Federal Reserve and celebrate the
 spread of war
 Ignore education, the environment and the national
 debt
 It's Super bowl time, plug in to the TV set
 While I waste my time, my tears, my life
 As my words never leave the internet
 
 
[Troop name withheld]
Iraq
 
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