darrenhardman

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Living with it when it’s over

As eighteen year old kids we started to train.
In the snow, mud and
rain.
Then one day a country was invaded.
Most of the world stood by as if
sedated.
We eighteen year old kids were now grown and trained well.
Little
did we know we were headed straight to Hell.
We fought like the “DEVIL DOGS”
we were.
Expelled the Iraqi army in a blur.
Not all came back who went
over,
But the hardest part of war is living with it when it’s
over.

written by Darren Hardman 5-13-08

August 20, 2011 - Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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