My favorite is from The Young British Soldier. When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Says tons about our still screwing around there today.
(Not my creation; ran across it on YT.)
Listened to it 47 times, still get chills goosebumps and tears. This poem is inspired by God.
This is so relevant! Beautiful. Shared with my sons.
Absolutely beautiful...... Cheers fren! <3 MAGA2020
My favorite is from The Young British Soldier. When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Says tons about our still screwing around there today.