A poem for those Band of Brothers (
Want a Medal of Honor
Join the Allied Assault
Rise up out of your foxhole
And spit the fear out of your throut
Take a deep breath
And you'll smell the death
Look up at the sky
And see iron birds fly high
Feel your brothers
On your left and right
Feel the war
From the front and behind
Prepare yourself
Maybe you'll die
But up that green hill
Your medal will shine
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Soldaat(V): | Zaterdag, november 02, 2002 09:39 |
| Wat een onwijs goed gedicht |
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| Balthasar: | Donderdag, februari 28, 2002 22:04 |
| But what good is a medal when you're six feet under? | |
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| Auteur: Derrik Djons | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 28 februari 2002 | ||
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