I am a warrior's father, he is a warrior's son,
my fight for freedom over, his has just begun.
He used to cry when I would leave, to learn to jump and fight,
and now that he is in the war, I pray for him each night.
I used to laugh and shake my head, when my parents prayed for me,
for I was one of the very best, Airborne Infantry!
We trained hard everyday, to be the very best,
through airborne ops, and live fires, they put us through the test!
His mind is strong his body toned, he'll push on through the fear.
My son, he is a paratrooper, a Combat Engineer!
He patrols the streets of Baghdad, late into the night,
he searches for explosives, and always ready for a fight.
I pray the Lord will keep him safe, as he spreads democracy,
as he defends the way of life, which keeps America free!
His tour is almost over, then he'll be home again,
to tell his friends the stories, of just where the hell he's been!
My warrior is a hero, in my heart and in my eyes;
He is a Paratrooper, Fury from the skies!

Andrew W. Kocsis © 30 May, 2005

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