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FC: My Hero By Amanda Creager

1: I dedicate this book to Dad and Grandpa for being my biggest heroes in the world and always being there for me.

2: Index Pg 1-2.....Hwy 1 Pg 3-4.....Daddy Pg 4-5.....The Soldiers Life Pg 6-7.....You're My Hero Pg 8-9.....The Hurt Locker

4: Hwy 1 It begins with the Highway of Death, with an untold number of ghosts wandering the road at night, searching for the way home, to Najaf, Kirkuk, Mosul and Kanni al Saad. It begins here with a shuffling of feet on the long road north. This is the spice road of old, the caravan trail of camel dust and heat, where Egyptian limes and sultani lemons swayed in crates strapped down by leather, where merchants traded privet flowers and musk, aloes, honeycombs and silk brought from the Orient. Past Marsh Arabs and the Euphrates wheel, past wild camels and waving children who marvel at the painted guns, the convoy pushes on, past the ruins of Babylon and sumer, through the land of Gilgamesh where the minarets sound the muezzin's prayer, resonant and deep.

5: Cranes roost atop power lines in enormous bowl-shaped nests of sticks and twigs, and when a sergeant shoots one from the highway it pauses, as if amazed that death has found it here, at 7 A.M. on such a beautiful morning, before pitching over the side and falling in slow unraveling of feathers and wings. | I chose this poem because I had always wondered if my dad had been on this highway. I also like how the author had put the poem. My dad had also gone down this highway. When I read this poem it makes me think of him, traveling down a long beaten road that looks like it will never end.

6: Daddy By Amanda Creager When I watch you sit there staring at the wall like it's a screen of your story scared to let go but afraid to hold on or when i watch you drink the night away sitting there screaming and crying holding your head to try and block the noise wanting your family I say when I watch you finally awake from the horror finally feeling at home and letting that smile dance across your face I stand up through your pain, Daddy I stand up.

7: I actually had written this poems about a friend and her dad. Although it could have easily been my dad in that situation. This is one of my favorite poems that I have written because it explains my life in a way along with my dads.

8: The Soldier's Life By SSgt. Scott E. Hilligoss The Soldiers Life is not for all A soldier must be willing to give his all He is overworked and underpaid A truer patriot was never made Ready to go at any time Wherever there is trouble or the first sign His courage and honor are unsurpassed Ready and willing to complete the task Traveling to lands both near and far He stands his post and looks at the stars Wondering what he might have done If he had not chosen to carry a gun Remember the next time that you are driving by Seeing the flag flying proud and high That somewhere out there a soldier stands Weary and cold in a foreign land Protecting our country from our foes Standing proud and tall come rain or snow.

9: This poem I chose because it explains a soldiers duty and honor. I wanted to choose a special one the meant something important to all soldiers doing their jobs. Especially the ones over seas.

10: You're My Hero By Amanda Creager You're My Hero Even though you weren't around for awhile But, it's okay I know you had to work Your job isn't like most Daddy You can't say you saved a marriage You can't say you stepped down from the fight to make yourself a better man But you can say you left your family and friends And went to a land far away To protect strangers And the ones you love more each day That's why I'm proud to say You're my only hero Daddy And that will always be true

11: This poem I had actually written as a song for my dad. My dad was in the navy when I was younger so he wasn't around much. When he got out of the navy he joined the Army National Guard and had to deploy twice in the past 6 years.

12: The Hurt Locker By Brian Turner Nothing but hurt left here. Nothing but bullets and pain and the bled-out slumping and all the f***s and goddamns and Jesus Christs of the wounded. Nothing left here but the hurt. Believe it when you see it. Believe it when a twelve-year-old rolls a grenade into the room. Or when a sniper punches a hole deep into someone's skull. Believe it when four men step from a taxicab in Mosul to shower the street in brass and fire. Open the hurt locker and see what there is of knives and teeth. Open the hurt locker and learn how rough men come hunting for souls.

13: This poem was important to me because it makes me think of the time my dad told me about him working on one of the big tanks and as they started getting bombs thrown at them and shot at and he saw a guy get blown up. It makes me wonder what they think when all of this is happening.

14: Turner, Brian, "The Hurt Locker", page 11, Here, Bullet, Farmington, Maine, 2005. Turner, Brian, "Hwy 1", Page 6, Here, Bullet, Farmington, Maine, 2005. Hilligoss, Scott E., "The Soldiers Life", htttp://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/6590/27.html

15: About the Author: Amanda Creager. I was born in Guam in 1993 as a U.S. Navy Brat. I am very into writing and reading. I am now a U.S. Army National Guard Brat.

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  • Title: My Hero
  • This is a book I had to make for English and I decided to make it for my dad.
  • Tags: military, daddy, my hero, english project
  • Started: about 7 years ago
  • Updated: about 7 years ago

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