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Fallen pawns
Time gone bye and fading memories of friendly faces fade to hazy
outline.
Foolish thoughts heroic dreams placed by politician’s schemes
Walk deep hot sand in foreign land to fight the fight you know is
right
Hunger thirst hardships a plenty claymore for a pillow, set it
right in dead of night to keep me safe from harm.
Woman’s warmth far distant; cold steel substitute
Mark the days with crosses made in torn, sweatstained, dirt smeared dairy and
home calls ever nearer, danger fades from view.
Heed not hair at nape of neck and silence as if falls around you
and break for tea and rest awhile an open clearing found.
No cover from a hail of harm, death
screaming through the air the stillness gone the fearsome noise and helpless feelings lay you bare wait to feel the final rush of life as it leaves your body.
Bipod