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My Best Friend
My best friend is one I can talk to
We have no secrets, there are no lies
I tell him about my days
He alone knows the reasons why I cry
He comforts me each moment
I’m never alone, he’s always there
And no matter what I’m feeling
I know that there’s at least one who cares
Every night I talk to him,
I ask if I’ve made him proud
And just thinking of his smile
Can part every emotional cloud
My best friend is one I can talk to
We have no secrets, I tell him al li can
I don’t know his favorite color
Nor have I ever held his hand
We’ve never been in the same room
And I’ve never seen him face to face
But he is resting
In a very heavenly place
He carries the physical scars no longer
However I cannot say the same
Because the scars on my arm
Bear the bracelet carrying his name
You see, four years ago
He took my dad’s place in Iraq and died
And every time I glance at the bracelet
My heart begins to cry
But I know he’s watching me
I know he’s smiling down
And I know that if he were here
He would easily remove this frown
My best friend is one I can talk to
We have no secrets, together there are no tears
But its already been quite a while
A little over four years.
Four years ago
I met my best friend
Who is the reason why my heart begins to mend.
~PFC Geoffrey P.
Agust 15,2004
Fallujah Iraq