BRAVE HEART'S The drum roll sounds, and as they line up you can hear there names being called. One by one they answer to the roll call. Line upon line, and then you hear "Not Here Sir", missing in action. The words ripping through your body. A brother or sister has gone. There is silence as prayers are said. You can hear the muffled sounds of crying. There tears have wet the ground they stand on. In another land so far away from home. They march on the "Brave Heart's" our "Soldier's", protecting our home." In hope that "World Peace" will abound. They are the "Hero's" of yesterday and today. They are the "Soldier's" at home or away. Who have made "America" what she is today. written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love March 28,2003