the hummer rolled down the street//
of central baghdads sleek roads that could be full of danger//
The men of the US platoon had no fear but had greaf for their fallin comrad//
freedom is'nt free they whore on their helmets as the hummer took its final turn in the streets//
It was as if it was yesterday the men begun to think//
that they where home with their wives and kids and that nothing could go wrong//
but as the doors opened and gun shots rang through the sky//
the men walked into the path of danger with their guns held high//
and figthing for a non lost cause//
and its name is freedom.

erm...this could be better...need to keep lines the same lenght to get a strutcute and a good flow..content was nice...but presentaion spoit it...anyways..good 4 a newb....staty up 7/10

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thnx dog and hey how do they do these reward things for best poet do people just nomiate them I am new still to this.