1916
16 years old when I went to war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side and a gun in my hand
Counting my days down to zero.
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died
And I never did get any older.
But I knew at the time
That a year in the line
Is a long enough life for a soldier.
We all volunteered,
And we wrote down our names
And we added two years to our ages.
Eager for life and ahead of the game
Ready for history's pages
And we fought and we brawled
And we whored 'til we stood
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder.
A thirst for the Hun,
We were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers.
I heard my friend cry
And he sank to his knees
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother.
And I fell by his side and that's how we died
Clinging like kids to each other.
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew colder.
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame.
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names.
And that's how it is for a soldier.
In case you aren't familiar, that's Motorhead.
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side and a gun in my hand
Counting my days down to zero.
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died
And I never did get any older.
But I knew at the time
That a year in the line
Is a long enough life for a soldier.
We all volunteered,
And we wrote down our names
And we added two years to our ages.
Eager for life and ahead of the game
Ready for history's pages
And we fought and we brawled
And we whored 'til we stood
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder.
A thirst for the Hun,
We were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers.
I heard my friend cry
And he sank to his knees
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother.
And I fell by his side and that's how we died
Clinging like kids to each other.
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew colder.
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame.
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names.
And that's how it is for a soldier.
In case you aren't familiar, that's Motorhead.
posted by Gern at 12:24 PM
4 Comments:
I've been meaning to ask about MI, but since you hadn't said anything, I assumed no news was bad news. I know you'll do well wherever you go, but it seems to me, that if you have to mantra it so much, maybe it isn't the right choice.
I'm sure that the fates will put you where you should be. Meanwhile, I hope you're feeling better. Maybe the panic attack came from all those Oreo cheesecakes. I know doing stuff for others is turning my hair grey. Or it could be old age. One of the two.
Smile sunshine.Tomorrow morning will bring you a wonderful surprise. Just keep your eyes open for it.
Waiting for the end of the first round if interviews. May get a call next week while in Vegas. The Mantra is totally positive. I will get what I want. And I know this is what I want.
After I close my eyes for the night, I will be sure to keep them open.
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