what we want

Well said Propat, 100% clarity

Hi hear ya ProPat knew them well brother but the path they chose is a path less travelled by you and I, so we pray for the living and we remember the dead,
PRO PATRIA MY BROTHERS
and to you my friend, god speed

Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
Good-bye Max.
Good-bye Ma.
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
"Oi! A real one ..."
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of his dream.
Take heed.


just a thought

3 here ended the pain the last few weeks 2 were my friends the other I knew .

kept one safe one night even thou he had on his knuckles.

pleas don't respond to this with sympathy fore me I live. take a pause read the above again and some may realize why I posted this .

we will not get what we want but I hope we all get some freedom.

always question authority

a very week and weary

propat

im sick of this crap