the dreams come again
but when did they begin
(wizard)
Could this be real
No sound no smell,
still so real it seems
(Poppa)
The thunder of battle
the lightning of screams
The pain, as rain,… falling;
pouring from my dreams
(Red Cowboy)
Now Charlie’s there
eerily lit by drifting flares;
captured for all time
by the camera in my mind
(Woody)
I see the fallen with their blank stare.
The screams, the shells in my head they do blare
(just-andy)
so thinking of them,
their souls on our cases,
we rucked up and picked up
and did up our laces,
locked then we loaded
and looked for the traces
of incoming fire
that was hitting our bases
(carlo d.)
We hunted them down,
tried to silence their shells.
We were locked in a scene
that was straight out of hell.
We trudged along, grimly,
through the muck and the mire,
As we tried hard to silence
their incoming fire
(bmwFog)
We finally caught up
and they were like snakes in the desert,
so each one we found
we cut off there heads,
to silent there rattles
(LouRVN)
They moved pretty fast…
and they went under ground
but were pissed off…
they were gonna be found.
(Gunner)
In the gray of the night, under a ghostly moonlight
we rested and listened for death.
And in the silence of dawn, old men were born
and young men breathed their last breath.
Eyes focused on hell, we hid our fear well
as the slaughter continued all ‘round.
Our buddies lay dead, all covered in red
And death has its own unique sound.
(Bushranger)
The last sound I heard as my head hit the ground
my mind is dead from an enemy round…
(Wizard)
