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Midnight Ride

Mar- 3-2004 » Filed Under: Tributes

We are lucky enough to have permission to reprint the following poem, which was written by a soldier serving with the Stryker Brigade in Mosul, Iraq. Thank you for sharing Alex.

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Midnight Ride

It's midnight in the city
Dark and Dreary
Not a soul in sight, streets lit in the faint orange light
We roll on out, Strykers advancing like a relentless tide
Heading out on another midnight ride.

I sit in my seat, tired, dirty, and oh-so-beat
An embroidered angel hanging and watching over me
Along with my M4, locked and loaded if the enemy I should see
I drive along, worn to the bone
On another mission, our destination unknown

I think of home far away
Of family and friends
And a special girl to whom letters I will send
Though I get stressed, and sometimes my sanity I must mend
I never fail in my duty, which I always will attend

So, here I am, out in the cool Mosul night
My headlights piercing the darkness, foreboding and bright
I am comforted by the quiet roar of the engine
To which I look after with pride
And feel a small bit of peace
As I drive along on this Midnight Ride

-A.J. Montalvo, 3/2 SBCT


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