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ManOfWolves28
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since 2005-12-21

Posts 83

0 posted 2006-01-17 08:06 PM

-Before reading this please be advised. Im not sure if its considered decent or not.-
Its three a.m.
Thundering artillary cannons are still going.
Im sleepless yet ever so tired.
The man who was sitting next to me
Just 5 minutes ago is now on his way home in a body bag.
The night sky is so lit with artillary fire
one might think it were mid day.
I dare not move yet I want to run.
Never knowing when that next step is the last
Makes everything so blurry.
Ive a wife and daughter back home so
I'll not let them down.
Not ten minutes ago I was standing over there.....
Now lies a crater so big.
"Is God with me?" I ask myself
Stray screaming bullets pass me by
Seeming as though I werent here but in a dream.
I grip the gun tight and open fire.
Nearly all of the 31st infantry is gone now.
Including Commander Wayne.
Most were eradicated by land mines.
........
All is quiet now and the rain is starting to fall.
The heavens are washing all of Gods children
For their trip home.
"Good bye Commander Wayne." I say as I
Salute him and move on.
The job isnt done but Im going home anyway.
I shot miself in the leg so I could go home.
To this day the memories remain of a dark day of doom.
Now that Im home, I thank God for being there for me.
If only others beleived in his power.
Now here I am depressed and alone.
God.....Why did you take Heather?
Am I being punished for a foolish act?
I will succeed you'll see.
Pepper is all I live for now.
She will be witness to mi success.
I'll not let you take her from me.

May the winds sweep through the moonless sky....

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

1 posted 2006-01-17 10:17 PM

what a sad, poignant tale!
may Pepper live a long long time
and there is nothing indecent about the write
what's indecent
is war

The Lady
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-12-26

Posts 7634
The Southwest

2 posted 2006-01-17 10:55 PM

Oh how true that war is indecent. This is a wonderful write.

luminosity
Senior Member

since 2005-11-18

Posts 813

3 posted 2006-01-18 05:51 PM

very powerful write, I would have no concept of war if not for such as this....

Huan Yi
Member Ascendant

since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

4 posted 2006-01-18 08:42 PM

What's he that wishes so?
    My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
    If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
    To do our country loss; and if to live,
    The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
    God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
    Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
    It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
    But if it be a sin to covet honour,
    I am the most offending soul alive.
    No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
    God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
    As one man more methinks would share from me
    For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
    Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
    And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
    We would not die in that man's company
    That fears his fellowship to die with us.
    This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he'll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

froggy
Senior Member

since 2003-06-23

Posts 1893
Michigan

5 posted 2006-01-18 09:29 PM

I agree with those before me.

ManOfWolves28
Member

since 2005-12-21

Posts 83

6 posted 2006-01-19 03:36 PM

Thanks for the comments everyone. I checked my mail and saw all them notifier things and thought it was build up from previous posts.

May the winds sweep through the moonless sky....

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