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An Odyssey In
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Falklands 82 An Odyssey In
I had no taste,
For my mouth was dry.
My empty stomach,
Knotted from it's pit.
I felt no fear....,
Nor never felt, the cold!
The night was still...,
But not for long.
Soon to be heard,
Was the pale horses' song.
And death swept down amidst,
The screaming shells...,
Whilst Valkyries,
took their choice.
Brave men lived, and died,
While we let our bullets fly.
On those mountains,
During June.
In
1982.
Giajl © Jim Love
