All those years in the military
how many friends did I loose
how many bodies did I see fall
bits of friends and memories

and when I got back from the front
my friend over here was blown to bits
in my London
by my Irish friends

Past the veil but I will never forget
the valour I have seen on battlefields
I am myself no kind of hero
for I still dwell amongst the living

The guilt I feel burns bright at night
and I feel that ****** pain in my guts
that's when I wake up
and in a daze shout I am alive


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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