War Poetry. - Page 3
Read more about Soldiers’ Ground by Brian Cowan This piece of earth so green and lush is hallowed ground to me. Though you may see abundant life, that isn’t what I see. I see p
|December 15th, 2011||#21|
There’s some thought behind it
|December 16th, 2011||#24|
He said he would rather have the L1A1 SLR! Thats my boy
Sempre in merda profundum
|December 17th, 2011||#27|
My own issue L1A1 was one of the very early wood stocked ones, all the blacking had worn off, but she was wonderfully accurate. Slowly they took away the wooden stocked ones and issued the newer plastic stocked type, mine was the last to go. I was so annoyed they replaced my rifle, but the new'un turned out to be a good'un, BUT never as good as my old rifle.
They must have got fed up hearing me moan about taking my old rifle away, I was given a GPMG.
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|November 28th, 2013||#28|
Flying Hero info
© Michael Sander
For all service members who have paid the ultimate sacrifice.
You came home yesterday.
On that silver winged bird.
It wasn't that long ago that you left.
You are back so soon.
But you have done so much.
The colors you are wearing, so familiar.
The colors explain everything.
Why you left, the price you paid, the sacrifice you made.
Pride. Honor. Freedom.
You have made your mark hero.
The colors you wear draped over your casket tell your story.
You did it for me.
You did it for our country.
You did it for FREEDOM.
You will never be seen as a fallen hero.
You will forever fly proud.
As will the colors you died for.