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[aid] => mick
[title] => Homage to the dead on Memorial Day
[time] => 2004-05-31 09:06:05
[hometext] => To the fallen
[bodytext] => (Introduction) We were all good men at first; for better lives we did thirst. Congratulated on our graduations no way to continue our educations. We decided of our own volition; after receiving such a grand invitation, that the military suited our station. Our minds confirmed our formulations. I was lucky I never got shot my most exiting stories still remain in New York. But for my dad and uncles it was much different. Their stories of struggle were in front of them. (Part one) It took me a while to understand why my uncle Nick was such a messed up man alchohol he used to dim memories of all the men he killed that haunted his dreams. He would wake up in the night often covered in sweat trying so hard to those times forget. He'd take another drink of his bitter wine and for a time that would ease his mind. My cousin Matt would have a different ending His life would find death after jokingly betting, that he could out drink all of his piers (A blood alchohol level of 73) He once told me a story that was hard to believe of the families of children and parents he ceased. He took the all the mothers and tiny babies put them in a mass grave and shot til deceased. (Part two) They told of life on the battle field of being shot or catching schrapnel of bomb explosions and tossing grenades. They told me of sleeping in the mud and rain. They grieved friends lost family could not accept war torn hearts that were filled with regret. Yet with honor and pride their duty they did I can still hear their voices even though they are dead in the memories I carry in my heart and my head. So I pay due homage and with great revelry I take my moment of silence to the dead and their grieved. (Part 3) I see the unmarked grave of the fallen sodier in the catacombs of a darkened cave His soul not at rest, his life lost in torment Oh how his tortures must be grave. I will visit him and give him comfort I will remember his battles wrought. I will sorrowfully grieve in love most patiently so the memory of his deeds ne'er come to nought. Dedicated to those who have fallen whether on the battle field or in spirit on this Memorial Day. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Archie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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