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Post by Enrique del Rosario on Jan 19, 2009 12:00:39 GMT -5
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Post by Enrique del Rosario on Jan 20, 2009 11:54:40 GMT -5
The Ch-46. Another old warhorse going out to pasture.       ...the tune came clear and strong, Semper Fidelis, and for just a brief moment it was nineteen-sixty-four... Mothers' eyes were filled with tears, their hearts were filled with pride,
as they watched us on the field, our rifles at our side.
But who would know that in a year we'd be marching off to war?
- young men marching off forevermore.
Oh yes, we're burning bridges to those years we left behind.
We're burning all the cobwebs in the dungeons of our mind.
The letters, and the poems, and the haunting melodies
- we'll burn them with our painful memories.
One day my girl, her sadden eyes, came up and stood by me.
I took her hand and held her close then kissed her tenderly,
and as the band struck up the call the wind played with her hair,
then I turned and left her standing there.
Oh yes, we're burning bridges to those years we left behind.
We're burning all the cobwebs in the dungeons of our mind.
The letters, and the poems, and the haunting melodies
- we'll burn them with our painful memories.
- burn them with our painful memories.
- from my poem, Painful Memoriess/f del
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