what - is THAT why my bloody mail didn't show up?*@&^#&%^$# !!!!B-\===============
I do not know your name, but I know you died I do not know from where you came, but I know you diedYour uniform, branch of service, it matters not to me Whether Volunteer or Conscript, or how it came to be That politicians failures, or some power-mad ambition Brought you too soon to your death, in the name of any nationYou saw, you felt, you knew full well, as friend and foe were taken By bloody death, that your life too, was forfeit and forsaken Yet on you went and fought and died, in your close and private hell For Mate or Pal or Regiment and memories never to tellIt was for each other, through shot and shell, the madness you endured Side by side, through wound and pain, and comradeship assured No family ties, or bloodline link, could match that bond of friend Who shared the horror and kept on going, at last until the endWe cannot know, we were not there, it's beyond our comprehension To know the toll that battle brings, of resolute intention To carry on, day by day, for all you loved and hoped for To live in peace a happy life, away from bloody warFor far too many, no long life ahead, free of struggle and pain and the gun And we must remember the price that was paid, by each and every one Regardless of views, opinions aside, no matter how each of us sees it They were there and I cannot forget, even though I did not live itI do not know your name, but I know you died I do not know from where you came, but I know you died.by Kenny Martin © 2003
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
Well said Jackie!
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