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Brodie Corrigan Sep 2013
Dreams and hopes thrown away like discarded toys
when you realise it was all futile actions
As you sit there thinking where it went wrong
why did it have to happen to you
walking through your personal graveyard
of things out of your reach and hopeless to achieve
Brodie Corrigan Aug 2013
The pitched shrill of the whistle sounds
the explosions can be felt deep underground
the mass of men scream and shout
the conscripts are all moving out
the Germans sit there waiting for us
all we can do is move forward, its a must
They took over our land, it makes me so mad
So I am here, at Stalingrad
Brodie Corrigan Aug 2013
From the starting point in Poland
To the hedgerows of France
High above the English countryside
to the depths of the Atlantic
In the sand-ridden dunes of Egypt, Libya and Tunisia
to the foothills and mountains of Sicily and Italy
From the Pacific to Asia minor
we fought
Storming the beaches of Normandy
to taking back France
From Guadalcanal to Okinawa
from Burma to China
We fought
Brodie Corrigan Aug 2013
My goal every day is to wake up with a smile,
Help others for the sake of helping,
Greet everyone with a smile,
Be sad or happy when it is appropriate,
try to have fun and bring joy to each day.
After I finish doing all of that,
I'll go to sleep thinking what I should do tomorrow.
Brodie Corrigan Aug 2013
There's always someone there that likes you.
Someone who laugh at your dumb jokes on the inside.
Someone who appreciates your weird talents.
Someone who likes having you around.
Someone who thinks you're the definition of beautiful.
Someone who looks a little deeper inside you.
Always remember that.
Brodie Corrigan Aug 2013
Whats that over there?
An Armadillo!
Whats he doing now?
A Scented Pillow!
Filling it up with lots of Potpourri!
Selling it down by the roadside!
Brodie Corrigan Aug 2013
They rush forward to try and destroy me,
yet I cut them down.
The horses and men charge to try and flank me,
yet I mow them down.
I am fed belts of bullets which I spit out at speed.
My chatter installs fear into the enemy
I am a new type of weapon that has changed warfare forever.
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