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Post by sol-survivor on Sept 24, 2020 1:27:56 GMT -5
I was younger than you are now When I was given my first command I led my men straight into a massacre I witnessed their deaths firsthand I made every mistake I felt the shame rise in me Knowing history has its eyes on me
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Post by mylungswereaching on Sept 24, 2020 10:59:09 GMT -5
I’m takin this horse by the reins makin’ Redcoats redder with bloodstains
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Post by sol-survivor on Sept 24, 2020 11:26:09 GMT -5
Call me son one more time!
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Post by mylungswereaching on Sept 24, 2020 12:16:44 GMT -5
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story
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Post by sol-survivor on Sept 24, 2020 13:14:54 GMT -5
And Alex got better but his mother went quick
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Post by crowschmo on Sept 24, 2020 13:42:25 GMT -5
But, I'll never forget my mother's face, that was real.
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Post by mylungswereaching on Sept 24, 2020 14:10:04 GMT -5
Virginia, my home sweet home, I wanna give you a kiss
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Post by sol-survivor on Sept 24, 2020 18:54:38 GMT -5
Young man, I’m from Virginia, so watch your mouth
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Post by mylungswereaching on Sept 24, 2020 19:18:40 GMT -5
No one really knows how the game is played The art of the trade How the sausage gets made We just assume that it happens But no one else is in The room where it happens.
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Post by sol-survivor on Sept 24, 2020 20:18:34 GMT -5
Come back home when you’re done Take my guns. Be smart. Make me proud, son
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Post by mylungswereaching on Sept 24, 2020 21:15:30 GMT -5
Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth In the pockets of people like me: down on their luck You see, it was my wife who you decided to—”
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Post by sol-survivor on Sept 24, 2020 21:28:26 GMT -5
In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky
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Post by mylungswereaching on Sept 24, 2020 21:30:08 GMT -5
We will fight up close, Seize the moment and stay in it. It's either that or meet the business end of a bayonet. The code word is, 'Ro-Sham-Bo.' Dig me'
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Post by sol-survivor on Sept 24, 2020 21:53:22 GMT -5
There are moments that the words don’t reach There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can And push away the unimaginable The moments when you’re in so deep It feels easier to just swim down
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Post by mylungswereaching on Sept 24, 2020 22:36:38 GMT -5
I have never seen the General so despondent I have taken over writing all his correspondence Congress writes, “George, attack the British forces.” I shoot back, we have resorted to eating our horses
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