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Warriors Haunt
A collection of short stories and poems expressing the experience of war as told by the warriors themselves. If you experienced it or saw it in combat action, this is the place to come and tell it to those who can understand and those who won't ever have to.
PLEASE, if you were in a war, the wife, mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter or a close friend who has served in war, you are invited to join this project. Tell us your experience and how war has affected your life and those ... more »
PLEASE, if you were in a war, the wife, mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter or a close friend who has served in war, you are invited to join this project. Tell us your experience and how war has affected your life and those ... more »
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Dogs of war?
Goodbye my friend,
Duty done, battles fought.
You will never see those that bear your name
The price you paid, was it for nought?
There is nothing of you but memories,
You will never see again the land of your birth.
You lie in some foreign field,
We remember our time with you with mirth.
Goodbye-; brave brother in arms,
We trusted you; we put our lives in your hands.
We’ll remember you always,
Not when there are just bands.
Poppies do not remind me of you,
It was what you did and what you said.
To us you are alive and whole,
To us you are not dead.
It was you, who carried us to safety,
It was you, who carried many more,
You didn’t care, about yourself,
When death came knocking at your door.
Those men on high should think,
Can we do more? How much more?
When they vote in that place,
And cry;- “let slip the dogs of war”
December 2005 by Joe Gregory 1 Para England
Goodbye my friend,
Duty done, battles fought.
You will never see those that bear your name
The price you paid, was it for nought?
There is nothing of you but memories,
You will never see again the land of your birth.
You lie in some foreign field,
We remember our time with you with mirth.
Goodbye-; brave brother in arms,
We trusted you; we put our lives in your hands.
We’ll remember you always,
Not when there are just bands.
Poppies do not remind me of you,
It was what you did and what you said.
To us you are alive and whole,
To us you are not dead.
It was you, who carried us to safety,
It was you, who carried many more,
You didn’t care, about yourself,
When death came knocking at your door.
Those men on high should think,
Can we do more? How much more?
When they vote in that place,
And cry;- “let slip the dogs of war”
December 2005 by Joe Gregory 1 Para England
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Bud...I'm so glad you got me to have a look, you should invite all your friends to visit you here. Penbuddy you are one amazing human being, your parents, intermediate family, Aunt and Uncle, extended family members, loving friends, all those others I may have missed, must be over the moon proud of you...I know I am, love Wennie xxxhugs
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