It's May 25, 2024, 07:05:42 AM
look at the men on the frontline, re-tracing his bloodlineback through almost twelve years, we were here beforeanother Gulf War, and the man delved deep into his tearsthen, he recognises his fears as the gunfire whizzes overheadrealisation that this aint a videogame, this is real life and he could end up deadso as he sits amoungst the press trying to maintain, not show the stresshe imagines his baby girl at home, shes a newbornand shes never known who her Daddy is and what hes doingthe mother gets pictures and beings viewing the funeral in her own mindbut she cant speak, deosnt have anyone who she can confideso she sits, crying at night.. cursing hussain & bush for starting this fightand despite the re-assurance of the Ministery Of Defenceshe cant help but watch the news in suspense, hoping her man will be thereout of the blue, a letter arives from Iraq..'My Darling Wife' it begins..'I wish god would take me away form this place, repent my sinswatching my comrads die, seeing pure fear in the eyesthats no life for a family man like I'The woman begins to cry, and cant read onbecause of the newsfalsh, her husband, he's gone
The woman begins to cry, and cant read onbecause of the newsfalsh, her husband, he's gone
word, nice pieceh omie, very deep, I liked it, deserves a vote for best key. keep blessin us dawg