It’s been more than 30 years since Nam. It’s been about 20 years since the Wall went up, but this is my first time visiting it. Right now, my nephew, Robin, is headed to Kuwait, and probably soon, Iraq, for another war.
He carries his equipment He carries his uniform He carries his ammunition And his weapons But he carries much more He carries his heart His memories Though most importantly He carries his bandana with Psalm 91 printed on it The bandana is everything It’s his inspiration To keep going He already c
A soldier dies on the battlefield on a beach in Normandy just barely old enough to shave and just off papas knee buried in the ground with theses final words [Chorus] Dear ma and pa im doin fine here overseas I send my love from me and John and the company now I gotta go gotta run don’t you worry
We are all rugged people, and through out soft degrees. Many a mean have shouted, Many have fallen too their knees. We think we’re at war with others, But wrong because we are at war with ourselves, A war that has long begun A war that can not be won.
Screams thickened the air, A scene taken from a nightmare, Flames licked through the dry grass, Tribe members pounded the ground, fleeing, Rifles blasting, the sound deafening, I hid in my hut, Peering through the window, The air smelled of smoke and blood, My parents’ heads lay a stone’s throw a