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The Driving Force

This poem, which was inspired by a lieutenant’s philosophy of “drive on, no matter what,” recognizes not only his dedication but also that of all of the drivers who risk their lives to ensure that the soldiers on the front line have the supplies they need.

I’m a soldier prepared to ride. Mission ahead, rifle by my side.
Get in line and get in gear, leave behind all your fears.
Combat checked, secured my load. Now it’s time I face the road.
And if this time I don’t survive, don’t you stop. Finish the drive.
For I know to stop would be a sin. Drive on, or the enemy will win.
I’m on the road, in the driver’s seat. Eating dust and breathing heat.
Get in line and get in gear, leave behind all your fears.
No time to waste, I was told. The boys up north need this load.
And if it’s my life the enemy should take, you better drive on, for the front line’s sake.For I know to stop would be a sin. Drive on, or the enemy will win.
I’m a soldier prepared to fight. Pedal to the floor, enemy in sight.
Get in line and get in gear, leave behind all your fears.
Combat ready, shoot to kill. Nothing can stop a soldier’s will.
And if this time my life should cease, drive on so I may rest in peace.
For I know to stop would be a sin. Drive on, or the enemy will win.
I’m a road warrior, and a boundless rider. I’m a dedicated combat truck driver.
Get in line and get in gear, leave behind all your fears.
I know the danger of my task. I know my life may not last.
And if you should hear my final heart beat, drive on ‘til the mission’s complete.
I know you won’t stop, you know it’s a sin. I know you won’t let the enemy win.
Drive on soldiers, let those trucks roar!
And with your help we’ll win this war!
Through enemy fire and harsh desert heat,
The opposition we will defeat!
And when we pass, remember this. Our selfless deeds led us to bliss.
We ride through terror, our guard never drops.
When the mission’s complete is when we’ll stop.
And when we finish we’ll go home with pride.
And never forget this war’s long ride.

Sergeant Jennifer D. Payne, USAR, is assigned to the 210th Mobile
Public Affairs Detachment in Garner, North Carolina. She wrote this
poem as a memorial to First Lieutenant Robert L. Henderson of the
2123d Transportation Company from Richmond, Kentucky, who was
killed in the line of duty in Iraq.