past heros and enemies alike they turn me cold and blue
They send me back in time to places where I almost died
and each time I am just along for the long and chilly ride
I wish they would go away and leave me alone in peace
there are too many memories too many people deceased
Shouts of fear, anger, and surprise along with cries for help
it is so real almost like a long whip leaving a red welt
Agony races through my mind as I search for a reason why
so many men and women so young had to fight and die
My heart breaks for all the Mothers and Fathers who lost
and now no one really thinks about what that war cost
I must suffer the voices cause they just won't die out
and probably never will leave me of this I have no doubt
But in a way I guess this is good as it never lets me forget
all I owe my comrades ones who I will always be in debt
Most people don't remember now that time has past
I and others will remember till we breathe our last
Take time to reflect people, there may come a time
that our young people are our last standing line....
© 2002 Tony Sackett
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