THE AMERICAN DREAM
By: Sergeant Aaron M. Gilbert
Through all the fires,Through all the pain,The Marines stand tall,To fight once again. Always on call,The Presidents own.Always fighting,To protect our home.My life for our freedom,My freedom to you,These are gifts that we give,For the Red White and Blue. We die for you,We die for them,We do not complain,About where or when. For this is our job,To fight around the worldAnd give the gift of our freedomTo every boy and every girl.And yes peaceful solutions,Can not always be found,To free a trapped people,From the terror around. So we fought in this war,With resolve in our hearts,To help Iraq's peopleHave a new and free start. So speak of your "Peace,"And how war is so wrong,But shut your face when we're calledTo give out the freedom we've won. For you did not fight,And you did not bleed.And you did not die,For the American dream.

This is a poem I found on the internet. To me it speaks a great deal about the American Dream. We speak of how wrong it is to be in Iraq or how wrong it is to be gay. Who are we to say what is right or wrong. The only thing that we should talk about is how lucky we are to be able to express and achieve our own dreams in America.