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Von Paulus · 08-22-2002, 06:56 AM

Um, I don't mean to be disrespectful to you Miller, Wook, FWB, Tripper, or anyone else who has posted in this thread. That is quite a good poem, but it doesn't seem to affect me as much as a few others I have heard.

In the meantime, I'm sorry for bringing this back up... But I was just casually browsing that Terroist Tapes thread, and someone said "why would CNN just make up the tapes" or something to that extent... and my response to that would be, that IF, CNN made the tapes, they are no doubt selling the rights to that footage and flogging it off to different television networks... Making a bit of cash off the back of the War on Terror. But I am not familiar with CNN or it's wieling and dealings, so i'll let you all get back to the matter at hand.

I know this is no poem, but it's the lyrics to the song "The Grave" by Don McLean, I think it would be just if I were to post them here for you all to read... It's quite a haunting song, so here...

"The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone.

When the wars of our nation did beckon,
A man barely twenty did answer the calling.
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,
He's gone,
But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we've done.

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry.
And deep in the trench he waited for hours,
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.

But the silence of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air.
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.
In morgue of Marines, alone standing there.

He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.
"They can't let me die! The can't let me die here!
I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth.
I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave."

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone."

Thankyou.

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Von Paulus is Offline Senior Member Posts: 1,209 Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Victoria, Australia	08-22-2002, 06:56 AM Um, I don't mean to be disrespectful to you Miller, Wook, FWB, Tripper, or anyone else who has posted in this thread. That is quite a good poem, but it doesn't seem to affect me as much as a few others I have heard. In the meantime, I'm sorry for bringing this back up... But I was just casually browsing that Terroist Tapes thread, and someone said "why would CNN just make up the tapes" or something to that extent... and my response to that would be, that IF, CNN made the tapes, they are no doubt selling the rights to that footage and flogging it off to different television networks... Making a bit of cash off the back of the War on Terror. But I am not familiar with CNN or it's wieling and dealings, so i'll let you all get back to the matter at hand. I know this is no poem, but it's the lyrics to the song "The Grave" by Don McLean, I think it would be just if I were to post them here for you all to read... It's quite a haunting song, so here... "The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. He's gone. When the wars of our nation did beckon, A man barely twenty did answer the calling. Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation, He's gone, But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we've done. And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry. And deep in the trench he waited for hours, As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die. But the silence of night was shattered by fire As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air. And one after another his comrades were slaughtered. In morgue of Marines, alone standing there. He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear. "They can't let me die! The can't let me die here! I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth. I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave! The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave." The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. He's gone." Thankyou.