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Back In The Real World
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War Back In The Real World
Sad are the eyes,
who do not cry.
But strip your body of it’s soul.
War,
death’s threat exhausted.
Training’s ultimate goal.
Now it’s back to playing games.
Back to practising for real.
He stands his hand on hip,
and gives his little speech.
I’m the DS and I know the book back to front.
But the only ribbon he wears,
is white mine tape.
He’s basically just a - - - - !
And life goes onnn...
No matter how much things change, in many ways they change no at all.
this is another heart breaking read.... the talent you have with words when writing a poem of war... is just amazing..... you really paint a picture of the scene..... the reader just feels they are right there with you....