I am a generaI and I lead the fight
My blood will tremble at the sight
Above the ranks I'll get the thanks
Blazing tanks through flanks of the night
I am a hero and I’m strong and brave
See the free country I fought to save
Pin medals on my chest and put the best
Flowers fresh and blessed on my grave
I am a coward and I had to run away
My feet on retreat for I could not stay
I’m still alive and so I try to survive
For I might yet fight on another day
I am a bullet and I found my mark
I ricocheted along with a spark
A soldier falls behind the walls
Telescopic sights, infra red dark
I am a child and I’m waiting for
My father’s face at our back door
Until his return how I still yearn
For those days we knew before the war.
Lyndon Queripel
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- The Wrong Place? - Lester Queripel
- Days We Knew Before The War - Lyndon Queripel
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- Frog Army - Diane Scantlebury
- A Little Room For Me - Ian Duquemin
- The Naturist - Edward Bare
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