My daddy was always working, sleeping, driving around. He left to Iraq, to save the country's broad sound. He fought and he fought. Untill one day, my daddy got shot because he went away. Tears came down my little chubby cheaks with a depressing frown. My daddy got shot so he couldn't save the country's broad sound. But one day we got a knock on our door.. oh yes, oh yes! My daddy standing proud and strong. In front of our door.