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I remember it like yesterday,
25 years since. The sun danced as I played monkey like among the dappled leaves of the tree. Carefree A cloudless blue sky,the kind where staring too long would allow your imagination to swim. In the distance bubbles of happiness would erupt from the bottles of fun that toyed on the park swings, parents sat nearby basking, talking, joking, jesting pleasure awake in the summer air. My old army shirt, a 2 bit top, good for rough and tumble, donning the German flag, thought nothing of. The world became deaf, or I to the world. The sounds and heat at once disappeared as I met this man's gaze. This old veteran, stock still, frozen in time. Nothing else mattered just then. His beret shadowed face forged from years of experience in the field medals abreast his still immaculate uniform wearing his brothers arms But his eyes Deep grey, full of sadness they bore my soul I was shamed to see the pain in those eyes filled with such sorrow I could have drowned. Echo's of the past prominent within Cries, screams and anguish Memories of the past thundered into me From 2 seconds of looking Into the sadness that reigned there. I know when our stares locked He remembered it like yesterday He never knew their names I never knew his May they always be remembered |
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Very deep write....
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This does indeed hit home to me on so many levels indeed.
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Yes a deep but very beautiful write..
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wars are fought and ended, but the casualties remain forever more.
such an intense write, and memory. love this write. x x |
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Thought this should co
me back to life, all our boys and girls who need help to come home |
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wars are fought and ended, but the casualties remain forever more. such an intense write, and memory. love this write. x x Please please remember our children who are fighting. They will need us to come home. |
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wars are fought and ended, but the casualties remain forever more. such an intense write, and memory. love this write. x x Please please remember our children who are fighting. They will need us to come home. always. |
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As you have so aptly expressed, nothing short of death will end the emotional labor of war.....This reads like a beautiful painting.......
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true, very true.
keep it up, dear. |
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I remember it like yesterday, 25 years since. The sun danced as I played monkey like among the dappled leaves of the tree. Carefree A cloudless blue sky,the kind where staring too long would allow your imagination to swim. In the distance bubbles of happiness would erupt from the bottles of fun that toyed on the park swings, parents sat nearby basking, talking, joking, jesting pleasure awake in the summer air. My old army shirt, a 2 bit top, good for rough and tumble, donning the German flag, thought nothing of. The world became deaf, or I to the world. The sounds and heat at once disappeared as I met this man's gaze. This old veteran, stock still, frozen in time. Nothing else mattered just then. His beret shadowed face forged from years of experience in the field medals abreast his still immaculate uniform wearing his brothers arms But his eyes Deep grey, full of sadness they bore my soul I was shamed to see the pain in those eyes filled with such sorrow I could have drowned. Echo's of the past prominent within Cries, screams and anguish Memories of the past thundered into me From 2 seconds of looking Into the sadness that reigned there. I know when our stares locked He remembered it like yesterday He never knew their names I never knew his May they always be remembered Beautifully written and very inspiring! Thank you |
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Bumping this, watched something that brought it all back
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