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Falklands 82 H
All colours gone, only the grey.
The face,
in the cold light of day.
Down off that hill.
To the rows of the dead,
awaiting below.
The face,
in the cold light of day.
It was the last time I saw him.
Interesting... A nice idea, but a little unclear to what it is talking about. It could be the holocaust, a war, it could be about a lover, a friend, a horse... Interesting.
H
Malcolm,
Its about a sometimes maligned man who at the end of the day paid for his professionalism. He sought to aspire that we, we few ,we band of brothers, should survive, though he might perish.
Airborne
Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!