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Post by solitaire65 on Oct 27, 2012 14:54:31 GMT 1
Remember Me (The voice of the dead
Remember me Duty called and I went to war Though I'd never fired a gun before I paid the price for your new day As all my dreams were blown away
Remember me We all stood true as whistles blew And faced the shell and stench of Hell Now battle's done, there is no sound Our bones decay beneath the ground We cannot see, or smell, or hear There is no death, or hope or fear
Remember me Once we, like you, would laugh and talk And run and walk and do the things that you all do But now we lie in rows so neat Beneath the soil, beneath your feet
Remember me In mud and gore and the blood of war We fought and fell and move no more Remember me, I am not dead I'm just a voice within your head
By Harry Riley
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Post by Steve on Oct 28, 2012 20:44:40 GMT 1
Great poem
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