A Series of Poems: The Chief Remembers
Posted By: (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher<rabid_gallagher@hotmail.com>
Date: 2 February 2006, 3:57 am
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The trumpets flared, but I saw no glory
I wanted to see the faces of my comrades, alive and well
They're all dead, dead and buried
The parades continued, the people gawked
I was left with nothing but a heart that was broken
The trumpets flared, but I saw no buried
My squadmates, good men they were
But while I parade, I remember them
They're all dead, dead and buried
My minds races as they pin the medal on me
I was the only survivor, but that did not ease the mind
The trumpets flared, but I saw no glory
The general said a few words
I was thinking about my dead comrades
They're all dead, dead and buried
I continued to think, about them and their families
How they were forgotten, by the men who fought with them
The trumpets flared, but I saw no glory
They're all dead, dead and buried
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