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Bury Me With Soldier's
By
~ Father Charlie Fink
"I've played a lot of roles in
life; I've met a lot of men. I've done some things I'd like to think I
wouldn't do again.
And though I'm young, I'm old enough to know some day I'll die, and to think
about what lies beyond, beside whom I would lie.
Perhaps it doesn't matter much; Still if I had my choice, I'd want a grave,
mongst soldiers when At last death quells my voice.
I'm sick of the hypocrisy of lectures of the wise. I'll take the man, with
all the flaws, Who goes through scared, and dies.
The troops I knew were commonplace They didn't want the war; They fought
because their Fathers and Theirs Fathers had before.
They Cursed and killed and wept... God Knows They're easy to deride... But
bury me with men like these; They faced the guns and died,
Its funny when you think of it, The way we got along. We'd come from
different worlds To live in one where no one belongs.
I didn't even like them all; I'm sure they'd all agree. Yet I would give my
life for them, I know some did for me.
So bury me with Soldiers, please, Though much maligned they be. Yes bury me
with Soldiers, for I miss their company.
We'll not soon see their likes again; We've had our fill of war. But bury me
with men like them Till someone else does more."
~ Father Charlie Fink
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