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"Don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes" He said to me as Zulus came across the drift What if I keep mine closed I said Pretend there all at home instead So what if their eyes are red after a late night out Or Yellow" jaundiced and unwell All the thoughts went through his head As the soldier held his gun up high As screaming warriors began to die What if the others shot them all? So I didn't have to get involved Sgt Major is rather cross as as he's just been shot in the *** It's all becoming quite absurd I watched a film and fell asleep Mad now I'm there in my dreams Some solace? If there can be just one I watched Zulu and not "What dreams may come"....
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
Concientious Defector
"Don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes" He said to me as Zulus came across the drift What if I keep mine closed I said Pretend there all at home instead So what if their eyes are red after a late night out Or Yellow" jaundiced and unwell All the thoughts went through his head As the soldier held his gun up high As screaming warriors began to die What if the others shot them all? So I didn't have to get involved Sgt Major is rather cross as as he's just been shot in the *** It's all becoming quite absurd I watched a film and fell asleep Mad now I'm there in my dreams Some solace? If there can be just one I watched Zulu and not "What dreams may come"....
MichealWolf
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
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