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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. How often we fought over From Spring through Winter World War Two Though with the Confederate And Union joining the German armies The United States Marines Were bound to lose So there among the family’s shoes Boxes from earlier Christmases They heroically charged and died And none of course survived it then That barrage of marbles and rubber bands Including someone I knew as John . |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I remember 'playground' battlefields; the generals, soldiers, tanks, planes and submarines, and enemies we somehow always managed to subdue and capture with mere ego scratches or broken limbs. If only wars were just that...child's play, and not the blood and guts reality. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
K, Thank you And with us there may have been a difference. In my case, the plastic soldier that in my mind represented me was non-descript and marked on the bottom of one foot so there was no real chance of keeping him out of fire; he almost never survived, (few if any did), and he always got it unheroically before an assault ever got very far. From that grew a sense of premonition equally devoid of glory; there was learning. We grew up in the faith that service meant death or crippling wounds which when the time came made the choice very serious. Thanks again John |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
it is very nice that you shared openly your background thought of this poem. So I can appreciate more of it. I felt that there is a core(soul) in every your poems and there is very strong passion between the lines no matter what the subject is. |
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