Joshua O. Miles

At the time of writing this poem, Joshua was a Marine Corporal based in Kuwait with the 3rd Battalion, 2nd Marines

Webmaster’s Note: I’m uncertain of the source of this piece or even if Corporal Joshua Miles exists. A search with various popular search engines has failed to provide further information but the content is certainly worthy of addition to the IWVPA site. If any person has further information, please contact me and I shall ensure that credit is given where it is due. (AWP – June 11, 2003)

Update: I am proud to advise that Corporal Joshua Miles contacted me by email on January 15, 2004. The following is the text of that email. (AWP – January 15, 2004)

I am writing in reference to your page with the poem “Wish You Were Here”.

You brought up the question if whether or not there really is a Corporal Joshua Miles. Well I can say there is. I am Joshua miles, (service number provided), 416275712 from 3/2 India Company Machinegun Section.

I am currently in Djibouti, Horn of Africa. I was extremely surprised to see how many people actually appreciated the poem I wrote in Kuwait. Shortly after the poem was written we invaded Iraq as part of Task Force Tarawa, 2nd Marine Division that took siege of An Nasiria. We came out luckily with only minimal casualties and KIAs unlike our sister unit 1/2.

We left Iraq in the last days of May, to come home. And thanks to people like you, we had a warm welcome. I truly thank you for putting my poem on your website.

Semper Fi.
Cpl Joshua O Miles,
3/2 Ico, Evil Guns”
January 15, 2004

“WISH YOU WERE HERE”

We got a letter from Josh today, if you could call it that, written March 9. They are hearing about the anti-war protests and he was upset. That’s all the letter talked about. He enclosed a poem he and his buddies wrote. He wants us to get it out, let people see how they feel

For all the free people that still protest.
You’re welcome. We protect you
and you are protected by the best.
Your voice is strong and loud,
but who will fight for you…
… no one standing in your crowd.
We are your fathers, brothers, and sons,
wearing the boots and carrying guns.
We are the ones that leave all we own,
to make sure your future is carved in stone.
We are the ones who fight and die,
We might not be able to save the world,
Well, at least we try.
We walked the paths to where we are at
and we want no choice other than that.
So when you rally your group to complain,
take a look in the back of your brain.
In order for that flag you love to fly
wars must be fought and young men must die.
We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear.
If that’s not respected, we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling, put down your signs,
and pray for those behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over and all is well,
be thankful that we chose to go through hell.

Author’s Note: God bless our Troops, our Leaders, and continue to bless America