The fight rises within me, when I think of the friends I’ve lost,
No words can explain the feelings,
No amounts can cover the costs,
We went to fight as brothers all twenty two,
But only Sixteen came home and that’s too few,
Five of those Sixteen lost a limb or three,
Two went mental with Seven left too stew,
I got a Meddle!
But for what you might say?
For doing my duty and collecting my army pay,
Now I have Nightmares when my eyes are shut,
Thinking of my buddies’
Laying face up!
They said that we will get over it,
But I know web never will,
But its what you join the army for!
To Kill!
And bloody well kill.
In a list
A contest entry
- In memory of those you miss :) by LeilaJayne.
300 points, ended August 4, 2008, 28 entries
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