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Array ( [sid] => 10942 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => WAR: [time] => 2003-01-22 11:40:00 [hometext] => MY VIEW ON WAR, NOT BECAUSE I HATE IT BECAUSE WE DO IT TO OUR- SELF.MAY GOD HELP US ,
WE'RE NOT WELL. [bodytext] => ON THE BATTLE FIELDS I SAW,
MEN RUNNING BOMBS BLOWING UP,
BULLETS FLYING AS SOME DUCK.
STILL THEY SUCK IT UP.

THE BULLETS HIT WITH A TREMENDOUS FORCE.
THE PAIN HIT LIKE A GALLOPING HORSE,
LAYING IN THE DIRT COLD AS HELL.
FIRST IN THE LEG MOVEING UP LIKE A SPELL.

THE SCREAMS OF YOUNG MEN GETTING KILLED
CAN SOME ONE PLEASE GIVE HIM A PILL.
HEART TWIST AS ONE MAN SAID,"WHEN WILL IT BE OVER"
ANOTHER SAID NOT YET GO TO BED.

THE SCREAMS GROW LOUD AS OTHERS FELL,"MUDER ME PLEASE I CAN'T BEAR THIS HELL.
EYES GROW COLD AS THE NIGHT MOVE ON,
BOMBS STILL FALLING LIKE A DRUMMER SONG.

AS THE CRIES DIE DOWN SOMEONE SAID"I WISH I WAS HOME IN MY OWN BED".
BULLETS FLYING PASSING OVER OUR HEADS SOUNDING LIKE WIND INBETWEEN TWO MOUNTAIN EDGE.
BUT STILL THEY FIGHT AN MOVE ON, VICTORY IS A SOLDIERS SONG. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 39 [informant] => RICHARD_CAMPBELL [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

WAR:

Contributed by RICHARD_CAMPBELL on Wednesday, 22nd January 2003 @ 11:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

ON THE BATTLE FIELDS I SAW,
MEN RUNNING BOMBS BLOWING UP,
BULLETS FLYING AS SOME DUCK.
STILL THEY SUCK IT UP.

THE BULLETS HIT WITH A TREMENDOUS FORCE.
THE PAIN HIT LIKE A GALLOPING HORSE,
LAYING IN THE DIRT COLD AS HELL.
FIRST IN THE LEG MOVEING UP LIKE A SPELL.

THE SCREAMS OF YOUNG MEN GETTING KILLED
CAN SOME ONE PLEASE GIVE HIM A PILL.
HEART TWIST AS ONE MAN SAID,"WHEN WILL IT BE OVER"
ANOTHER SAID NOT YET GO TO BED.

THE SCREAMS GROW LOUD AS OTHERS FELL,"MUDER ME PLEASE I CAN'T BEAR THIS HELL.
EYES GROW COLD AS THE NIGHT MOVE ON,
BOMBS STILL FALLING LIKE A DRUMMER SONG.

AS THE CRIES DIE DOWN SOMEONE SAID"I WISH I WAS HOME IN MY OWN BED".
BULLETS FLYING PASSING OVER OUR HEADS SOUNDING LIKE WIND INBETWEEN TWO MOUNTAIN EDGE.
BUT STILL THEY FIGHT AN MOVE ON, VICTORY IS A SOLDIERS SONG.

Copyright © RICHARD_CAMPBELL ... [ 2003-01-22 11:40:00]
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Re: WAR: (User Rating: 1 )
by Valerie_Pearson on Wednesday, 22nd January 2003 @ 01:52:03 PM AEST
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good write, I don't believe in war either,

Re: WAR: (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Thursday, 23rd January 2003 @ 05:45:35 PM AEST
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You always write with such conviction Richard...well done.
Chrissie

Re: WAR: (User Rating: 1 )
by RICHARD_CAMPBELL on Saturday, 25th January 2003 @ 01:19:07 PM AEST
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HI VALERIE,THANK YOU VERY MUCH AM GLAD YOU LIKE THIS THANKS.

Re: WAR: (User Rating: 1 )
by RICHARD_CAMPBELL on Saturday, 25th January 2003 @ 01:21:44 PM AEST
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HI CHRISSIE,
THANKS FOR YOUR COMMENTS I TRUELY WRITE FROM MY HEART.

Re: WAR: (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Friday, 14th February 2003 @ 04:20:08 PM AEST
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A DULL THUD
CHARLIE'S GOT ONE
MY BEST PAL
GONE
A MOMENTS SORROW
THEN RELIEF
THANK GOD IT WASN'T ME

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