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[sid] => 24358
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => When We Were Soldiers
[time] => 2003-10-04 06:05:00
[hometext] => In Memorium...
[bodytext] => Do you remember when we were soldiers? How we laughed and cried, While all around us our comrades died The coffins, the medals, the bugle’s wail The tear stained letters, the widow’s veil? Yes, my dear friend, I remember it well The shattered bodies, the living hell The cries of the dying, the silence of the dead The shells screaming high o’er my head Sleeping in the mud back to back Waiting to fight off another attack The time when we were soldiers Will remain forever imbedded in my mind And when I lie in bed at night, I often find That I can see in my mind’s eye The burning fighters in the sky The midnight bombings that kept us from sleep The graves were shallow, the fear was deep Do you remember those two kids, god they were naïve and young They came with hope and propaganda on their tongues But war worked her cruel way They arrived that night and were killed the next day Do you remember how it turned out that they were brothers And what they told us happened to their mother When she heard that she had lost her sons? She squeezed the trigger of a gun And took her life, took her last breath Succumbed to the cold relief of death And how could I forget when Bill stepped on the mine- Got blown away, and how we couldn’t find Any part of him-and how much it hurt To send his family an urn filled with dust and dirt How those we had just buried beneath the barbed wire Were dug up again by the artillery fire Yes my dear friend, I remember it well The terrified faces, the living hell The pain of the wounded, the peace of the dead The shells screaming high o’er my head Praying in the mud, back to back Waiting to die in the next attack Robinson, MacDonald, Henderson, Clyde The list goes on inside my mind The massive list of those lost The mountains of lives that damned war cost And for what I ask you! Nothing changed When we got back home things were still the same Except now all of the horrible sights That I saw haunt me when I sleep at night Do you remember when we were soldiers? How we laughed and cried While all around us our comrades died? The coffins, the medals, the bugle’s wail The tear-stained letters, the widows veil. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 57 [informant] => scott [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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