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  237.     

America vs Germany vs India(A funny story)

In a ship the Generals of three nations were traveling with their soldiers. They started the topic that whose soldier had more of guts.
The American general called for one of his men and told him to jump down the ship and take a round swimming around the moving ship. The soldier did as he was commanded and the general boasted of by saying 'See the guts! '
Now the German general called out for one of his men and asked him to take two similar rounds. The soldier did as he was told.
When he came back from the water the German said, 'See the guts.'
Now the Indian General called out for his most courageous man, Santa and asked him to take five similar rounds.
Santa promptly replied, 'Am I your dad`s servant? '
At this the general proudly said 'See the guts'.
 
Edwin Drood

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  238.     

Soldier's Tree

They call this tree the Soldier's Tree
It honours one whose life blood was shed
A victim of the First World War
'Lest we forget our soldier dead'.

I read the plaque nailed to the tree
It stated his date of birth and name
A tree to honour his bravery
But to dead soldier what use fame? .

I see he was just seventeen
So young so very young to die
Those who sent him to fight in war
Must share blame for death of the boy.

Fighting more than half a World away
And at the end what was his gain?
Gunned down by one he'd never known
Hope death was quick without much pain.

How can one that you've never known
Ever become your enemy?
Those who send men to die in wars
Of guilt must not be made feel free.

I read the plaque on Soldier's Tree
On war memorial avenue
A lad who died at seventeen
Gunned down by one he never knew.
 
Francis Duggan

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  239.     

Ants of War

Like ants they march,
towards their death.
Pawns in the games of chess.
Soldiers march, rifles fire.
People fall, worlds gone black.
One by one, they ride the steed of oblivion,
leaving behind their lives for their oaths.
King and country.
But where is the king? Where is the country?
Nowhere. Nowhere to be seen.
Spirits fly into the sky.
Never to be seen again.
Heavens outstretched, souls seeping in the crack in the sky,
One by one the soldiers march,
into the gates of their labour.

And as the soldier approachs the gate,
to St. Peter he will tell.
'Just another soldier reporting for duty, sir.
I've served my time in hell'
 
Kevin Fung

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  240.     

Toy Soldier

A silver bayonette in one hand
A bottle of whiskey in the other
Bright round green eyes
Dark thick brow light mustache wise

Pompous and strutting in uniform delight
Marching to our own tune every night
Red pants black boots and gold buttons alight
Ready at a moments notice to stand and fight

He is a toy soldier and I am too
Looking out from his cast staring at you
He is not real and neither am I
We are both toys so ask not why

There is a crack in his armor plain as day
And cracked is mine too ask not how it got that way
Two toy soldiers marching off to war
Two toy soldiers fighting for a whore

Finally the end the end is come
We are both just deaf and dumb
Two toy soldiers two halves not whole
Both of us have lost our soul

To use the whiskey or the knife?
To bring an end to yours or an end to my life?

Beau Golden
 
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