tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918255.post8634365168214185572..comments2023-03-26T08:22:49.965-05:00Comments on Never cry over spilled guts: True Story Thursdays vol. 3Fiat Lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441862977921307080noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918255.post-75588368125459546502009-02-02T14:25:00.000-06:002009-02-02T14:25:00.000-06:00I think that the bit you remembered would go in li...I think that the bit you remembered would go in like this but I could be wrong...<BR/><BR/>What brings a nation's mind to war?<BR/>A faith in what's worth fighting for?<BR/>A faith in truth?<BR/>A faith in lies?<BR/>It matters not the soldier dies-<BR/>Who have to match their words with deeds--<BR/>the leader screams, the soldier bleeds.Amber Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14639247040732640210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918255.post-75545817766307563192009-02-01T14:36:00.000-06:002009-02-01T14:36:00.000-06:00Thank you! I've been getting that poem stuck in my...Thank you! I've been getting that poem stuck in my head, remembered different parts of it, and was really bummed about it. Dad. seemingly never wrote anything down, so all we've got is what we can pull out of our brains. That poem was a really long one, and what you've posted does all sound like it's from the some one.<BR/><BR/>There's one stanza from which I only know the second couplet:<BR/><BR/>who have to match their words with deeds--<BR/>the leader screams, the soldier bleeds.Fiat Lexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10441862977921307080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918255.post-77320871432560243122009-01-31T15:14:00.000-06:002009-01-31T15:14:00.000-06:00Okay, I remembered more:What brings a man to face ...Okay, I remembered more:<BR/><BR/>What brings a man to face the sun<BR/>One morning with a loaded gun<BR/>Or unsheathed sword while in his head 's<BR/>The thought that soon he may be dead?<BR/><BR/>What brings a nation's mind to war?<BR/>A faith in what's worth fighting for?<BR/>A faith in truth?<BR/>A faith in lies?<BR/>It matters not the soldier dies.<BR/><BR/>And what do we give these men who fight<BR/>And die for what we think is right?<BR/>How can you pay a man back whole<BR/>For a torn out eye or a shattered soul?<BR/>A parade marching down the street?<BR/>A pretty medal on his chest?<BR/>A real job?<BR/>A chance to rest.<BR/>For those who've fought and aren't yet free<BR/>A chance to gain their liberty.<BR/>'Til each of them is home or dead <BR/>There's still more blood that must be shed.Amber Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14639247040732640210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918255.post-9179551091742294382009-01-31T14:05:00.000-06:002009-01-31T14:05:00.000-06:00I think I remember I bit more of the poem but not ...I think I remember I bit more of the poem but not the whole thing.<BR/><BR/>What brings a man to face the sun<BR/>One morning with a loaded gun<BR/>Or unsheathed sword while in his head 's<BR/>The thought that soon he may be dead?<BR/><BR/>What brings a nation's mind to war?<BR/>A faith in what's worth fighting for?<BR/>A faith in truth?<BR/>A faith in lies?<BR/>It matters not the soldier dies.<BR/><BR/>And what do we give these men who fight<BR/>And die for what we think is right?<BR/><BR/>I think this next bit is something like<BR/><BR/>A parade marching down the street?<BR/>A pretty medal on his chest?<BR/>A real job?<BR/>A chance to rest.<BR/><BR/>Until each of them is home or dead <BR/>There's still more blood that must be shed.<BR/><BR/>I think the poem at the end was a reference to POW's but I could possibly be remembering two poems and smashing them together. <BR/><BR/>Love you too dear! I'm glad we have each other.Amber Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14639247040732640210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918255.post-87951191127658862382009-01-30T17:53:00.000-06:002009-01-30T17:53:00.000-06:00Thank you! I'm glad it was helpful to you--it ...Thank you! I'm glad it was helpful to you--it was hard to write, but definitely worth the effort for me. Sometimes I try to imagine what I might say to a child or niece or nephew, and my mind always wanders off into one story or another instead of staying on point like I mostly did here. >_< Love you! Remember we have each other to help us through this! *hugs*Fiat Lexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10441862977921307080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918255.post-56340017643067463192009-01-29T13:30:00.000-06:002009-01-29T13:30:00.000-06:00Wow, that really helps me. I'm still sad but it he...Wow, that really helps me. I'm still sad but it helps. Man if any of us ever have kids and have to explain this to them I would want to let them read that post.Amber Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14639247040732640210noreply@blogger.com