It Is The Soldier

by Nathan Natas 4 Replies latest jw friends

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  Nathan Natas

  It Is The Soldier

  
  It Is The Soldier not the reporter,
  who has given US Freedom of the press

  It Is The Soldier not the poet,
  who has given US Freedom of speech

  It Is The Soldier not the campus organizer,
  who has given US the Freedom to demonstrate

  It Is The Soldier not the lawyer,
  who has given US the right to a fair trial

  It is the soldier, who saluted the Flag,
  who serves beneath the Flag
  and whose coffin is draped by the Flag,
  who allows the protester to burn the Flag
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  Satanus

  To me, it appears that at the present time, it is the govt that would like to restrict, or at least set the tone of all these freedoms, while the soldiers are off, elsewhere.

  SS
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  ThiChi

  It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
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  Simon

  Universal Soldier - Donovan

  He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
  He fights with missiles and with spears.
  He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
  Been a soldier for a thousand years.

  He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
  A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
  And he knows he shouldn't kill,
  And he knows he always will,
  Kill you for me my friend and me for you.

  And he's fighting for Canada,
  He's fighting for France,
  He's fighting for the USA,
  And he's fighting for the Russians,
  And he's fighting for Japan,
  And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.

  And he's fighting for Democracy,
  He's fighting for the Reds,
  He says it's for the peace of all.
  He's the one who must decide,
  Who's to live and who's to die,
  And he never sees the writing on the wall.

  But without him,
  How would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
  Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
  He's the one who gives his body
  As a weapon of the war,
  And without him all this killing can't go on.

  He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
  His orders come from far away no more,
  They come from here and there and you and me,
  And brothers can't you see,
  This is not the way we put the end to war.
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  berten

  THE POOR BLOODY INFANTRY
  
  By David Icke
  
  Oh hello lad,
  Nice of you to come,
  To fight for king and country,
  You are a hero, son.
  Now let's have a look at you,
  Just say "ahhh" and cough,
  Yes, that's fine,
  I'll sign the form,
  You're ready for the off.
  (In fact he's got a problem,
  Something not quite right,
  But I have to close my eyes to that,
  We have a war to fight.
  I have to say that he can go,
  Even when there's doubt,
  I have to send them down the line,
  Get them kitted out.)
  
  So off they go to Normandy,
  Verdun or the Somme,
  Bits of kids and fathers,
  Fodder for a bomb.
  And fodder for the generals,
  With their master plans,
  The educated idiots,
  With blood upon their hands.
  
  Wam! bang!, wam! bang,! bang!
  Bloody hell, hit the ground.
  Screech! Capow!
  Their bodies never found.
  Each a grim statistic,
  Each a telegram.
  Your loved one killed in action.
  He was a hero, ma'am.
  
  And by way of compensation,
  we have a pension here for you,
  To help you bring the kids up,
  To help to see you through.
  (We don't tell her it's a pittance,
  That she'll never see her husband's grave.
  That he's no longer any use to us,
  When we have the world to save.
  
  And what of the survivors,
  With broken body,
  Broken mind?
  When they come home from battle,
  What justice do they find?
  Right, move along now,
  I have so much to do,
  I have a lot to see today,
  Can't spend much time with you.
  
  Now you say you've been acting funny,
  Since you came back home from war.
  That everytime you close your eyes,
  You re-live the hell you saw.
  You say you seem to drink a lot,
  That you've tried to take your life,
  You say you're unemployable,
  Depend upon your wife.
  Well I have to say I'm sorry,
  The answer must be no.
  We can't pay you compensation,
  I can't bend the rules you know.
  It's clear you have a problem.
  You may even be insane.
  But you cannot prove to me,
  It was caused at Alamein.
  
  But its no good you complaining,
  We all we all made a sacrifice,
  You'll try to make the best of it,
  If you ask for my advice.
  It could have been much worse, you know.
  After all we won.
  Like I told you years ago,
  You are a hero, son.