Great American Hero Poem by Frank Pulver

A alot of people do not what it means to be at a place that is so far away,
Or why freedom has just has a high price to pay.
It seems likes those days turn to months and then to years,
Only wishing that final day would finally get there.

In the minds of our soldiers, those days seem like they never go fast,
Until they finally realize that the day is here at last.
What it feels like to bend down and pray,
As they ask the Lord to happily reunite them with their family.

Tears come to their eyes as they see their family's for the first time in a year,
No longer having to wait to hold them close and near,
Why that Freedom is worth so much when it is won,
it is because of those thoughts of reuniting with them makes it worth carrying that gun.

Let's face it,
These are things happen in their life,
This why, whenever we see them we should say,

'Thank you for protecting me and being one my Great American Hero.'