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[aid] => mick
[title] => Soldier
[time] => 2004-10-04 05:53:50
[hometext] => This is about WW2 and what kind of thing these soldiers felt, and how enemys and friends all suffered the same, and how no one can win a war
[bodytext] => On a soldiers last day The sun rises red And as he ran he didn't know he was already dead His friends at his side They seeked sanction within the cities walls It was silent Other than the breathing of exhausted men And the heavy treds of tired feet "***, Get down!!!" Every man stopped and ran to the side of the road Pushed there bodies against the wall And he looked as the man next to him began to fall Blood spilled all over the floor And fire and red flooded the streets "Medic!! Medic!!" Hiding men within the buildings shot down He ran down along the buildings aching side He heard so many screams, there was no where to hide When he turned a corner he saw a man "Panzers!!! Fall Back to the bridge!!" The man looked up The man knew he was going to die Cold and tired they stared at eachother And he fired 3 rounds into his chest And the man fell to his knees "Soldier get the *** back to that bridge!!, the city has been over run!!" He didn't move He just stared at the man on the ground Bleeding away his life Enemy he may be But to others he was a friend, father "............." Silence filled the streets As He walked up to the man Looked at his breast pocket And there lay a white flower The mark of a true soldier "............" Tears of grief For an unexpected foe For a man He began to run In fear and in anger Look at the man, Look what he had done A soldier now lies bleeding Under a French sky And on the gravel of a broken road Explosions and fire painted thed sky a bloody red And the air a smoky grey The grass was dead And the buildings were broken A shadow loomed over them They all now lay in a trench Waiting ".........." The guns stopped And they waited "........." Night fell The last night for a man This place had become a living hell These men had become family Suddenly the guns started once more But this time When He stood He heard the whistling of rifle bullets like never before His chest was shattered by bullets He fell to the soft wet ground "***!!" "Medic!! Medic!!" When his body hit the ground So did his life He stared into the Starry sky As his lungs filled with blood He was going to die Friends and foes all suffered On that night No lives were spared Humanity is our enemy [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 57 [informant] => cj_ranson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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