I sail away on battleships,
and ride the open sea,
say goodbye to loved ones
hoping they’ll remember me.

I fly the skies in bombers,
in jets that slice the wind,
shake hands when leaving buddies
saying, “Don’t forget me, friend.”

I fight in open combat
on ocean and on land,
go door to door in cities
to root out terrorist bands.

I face hardships everyday—
injury and death,
thank God for every moment
He freely gives me breath.

So, remember me tonight in prayer
when you lay down your head
for I am in a foreign land
spreading FREEDOM in your stead.


Tamara Hillman
©2006