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I've Left Behind, The Memories of

The taste, of....mud, and the sounds of glory.

I've locked away, deep within, my.... head.

The screams of the wounded, and the dying.....

The voices of the dead.

But, I can still smell, the stench, of death.

N, my tears, still flow, for those, of long ago.

And for .....

The wives, and mothers, and....

The children, 

of 

my brothers.

Giajl © Jim Love