I don\'t have any poems or songs, but I have a story to share----
At the start of the Iraq War (aka Gulf War II), my niece was a very small 5 years old.
In a trip down to south GA, we stopped at a little store to get some drinks and such, and it just so happened there was a group of Rangers there doing the same---they were obviously on their way to being shipped out---I have no idea to where, I can only assume the Gulf.
There was a group of men standing there, one man in particular----a very large, probably 230lbs---6\'4\", Ranger (my assumption was an NCO of some kind) who was calling out some informal orders/explanations and such to the other guys in a pretty loud voice.
Basically, the guy you would expect to see on a Ranger recruitment poster----square-jawed, large, stern, and unbreakable.
My 5 year old niece saw them.
She ran across the parking lot and all but dove at the big guy---and wrapped her arms, as tightly as she could, around his legs--her head buried in his legs at about knee high.
He stops cold, looks down and grins, and the other guys started giggling a bit as they moved in to get a better look at what distracted the NCO.
He gently lays his hand on top of her head, and while she was still hugging him, she looks up at the soldier and says in her small little voice, \"Thank you....\"
All the smiles faded immediately, and every man in the group went silent. The NCO stooped down on one knee and tightly hugged her back.
He was wiping the tears from his cheeks as he barely manage to choke out, \"You are very welcome, little lady.\"
...a fairly profound moment for all who witnessed it....