“Tell me again, Momma, what am I fighting for?”


Ever since September 15, 2007, when I went to the GoEIII rally in D.C., I have been trying to put into words how I felt when Code Pink came marching down the street with all us supporters of our troops lining the sidewalks. All I keep hearing going through my mind is either they are all so old or so young. But, even more importantly, how do our troops feel about these anti-war anarchists? How do they feel about the lack of support in Congress? Instead of reporting on the events of that day, I finally decided to write a poem. To the best of my ability I have tried to write how our troops might feel about all the goings on back home as they defend our freedom!

“Tell me again Momma, what am I fighting for?”

Tell me again Momma
What am I fighting for;
if not for our freedom
from shore to shore!

Is it wrong to help others
fight to be free?
Is “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
only for you and me?

Tell me again, Momma,
I really want to know;
Tell me why we’re dying,
and I’ll be set to go!

You see, I always believed in the “Pledge”
we said in school everyday!
I felt proud to tell everyone,
that’s the “American Way!”

But, I’m not sure anymore
why we should all keep trying;
To serve and protect
as I watch my brothers and sisters dying!

Tell me again, Momma,
why we’re all in this place;
When our Congress seems more concerned
with its political race!

Doesn’t “Duty, Honor, and Service”
mean anything anymore?
Aren’t we all fighting for freedom
like thousands of soldiers before?

I know why I fight,
Why I risk my life everyday!
I fight for our freedom
and the American way!

I fight for my country,
the land that I lone;
I fight for the right to pray
to God up above!

Yet, everyday news comes from home’
Protesters line the streets everywhere!
Congress refuses to support us,
The rest of the nation seems not to care!

So, tell me again Momma’
What am I fighting for?
When those we are dying for
spread anti-war sentiments from shore to shore!

Don’t they know they embolden the enemy
and feed into their lies?
While today on the battlefield
another soldier died!

The enemy says it will destroy us
and tear down our mighty nation!
Yet protesters march against us’
and shout in jubilation!

So, tell me again Momma
I really want to know;
Tell me why we’re dying,
And I’ll be set to go!

These protesters say they support us,
but they refuse us what we need;
Where is their support for our war effort’
In all the papers that we read?

The enemy sees their actions
and taunts us every day;
with the news from home and propaganda,
hoping to scare us away!

Tell me again, Momma,
What am I fighting for;
If not for freedom
from shore to shore?

The protesters may support us,
at least that’s what they say;
But, their actions support our enemy,
every single day!

So, let me tell you Momma,
What I’m really fighting for;
I’m fighting so my son and daughter
never have to go to war!

All the protesters in the streets,
Those in Congress who turn a blind eye;
I fight for their children too,
So they won’t have to fight and die!

As long as Americans can stay safe and free,
and pray freely to God up above;
Maybe the children of those who abandon us
will come to share my American love!

So, let me tell you Momma,
What I fighting for!
I’m fighting so their children
won’t have to go to war!

I’m fighting in hope
I’ll live to see the day;
All the protesters and Congress
stop trying to throw our freedom away!

I’m fighting everyday
to serve, protect, and defend;
What the protesters and Congress
try so hard to end.

I’m fighting to save America,
and freedom everywhere;
even though I know it’s true,
there are those who do not care!!

So, let me tell you Momma,
What I’m fighting for;
It’s worth “all” cost, e-v-e-n- w-a-r!!!

written by: devildog6771
Sept. 29, 2007
USMC 1967-1971

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~ by devildog6771 on September 29, 2007.

4 Responses to ““Tell me again, Momma, what am I fighting for?””

  1. Thank you both for your kind words. I hope it does all our troops justice!

  2. This is an outstanding poem.
    Thank you for putting into words what most of us feel…

  3. […] Devildog has something to say about this in a poem she wrote: “Tell me again Momma, what am I fighting for?” […]

  4. You made me tear up here, DD!
    Trackbacked to you.

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