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[title] => I Remember
[time] => 2010-03-06 11:52:53
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[bodytext] => Charge ! I could see them Horses running boys marching History class Blue and Grey Young men Some wounded some dying Together they stand and fall The unwillingness of great leaders Mothers and daddies cry In the deepest sadness crying A machine a new invention Tracks climbing over a hill Boys yet men follow behind Facing continues ratty tat tat A tank boys facing machine gun World war one the last Men fall boys die Bloody Muddy Horrible death by mustard gass The war to end all war Rockets scream Fire burns World War Two England stands tall The bull dog will speak Citizens Grandma Papa children Babies The pain the horror Submarines seek Rags iron metal Young boys collect For the war effort Hide and seek Boy cowboys gallant The movie house a news reel Hopalong Cassidy Roy and Dale Gene Autry War is hell Bodies tangled within barb wire Wounded dead Fear in faces Charge Hot cold scared tired Desert sands snow three feet deep Hitler That bastard Jewish six million dead Millions more weep Zeros fly Diving faster down Ships burn ships sink Sailors die sailors burn Soldiers cry boys die A student learns Young boys see Dean Martin Jerry Lewis Movies twenty cents Neighbor hood boys go Never to be seen again Chinese on mountain and hill North Korea Bitter cold Take a hill Lose a hill Red snow A dying whimper Americas will Let freedom live Vietnam Unseen fire Napon A naked child for all to see Baby killers Freedom rings in Canada Jeered spit on Soldiers Every one hero's Two planes crash Heavy smoke Terrified people jumping Twin towers Rubble and ash Unknown to all World War Three Summer comes summer goes Seasons change Will America stand tall Upon a black horse he rides Satan's ugly face Girls girls the horror of war Young boys too America with God we rise [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 75 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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