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Allan Paris
Herzebrock-Clarholz, Germany
2005

Negotiations failed mum,
That's why I had to leave.
Those politicians failed mum,
Its us who have to grieve.
Im sitting here in Hell mum,
A wet and dirty trench.
I really cant describe mum,
The suffering and the stench.
Itll all be over soon mum,
That's what our leaders said.
Send them over here mum,
To walk among the dead.
Dont listen to their lies mum,
This war is getting bigger.
Politicians they dont fight mum,
Its me who pulls the trigger.
When this fighting's over mum,
Ill come home safe to you,
And try hard to forget mum,
The things Ive had to do.
So dont you cry for me mum,
God looks after me.
Hell send me back to you mum,
Just you wait and see.

PS: from Commanding Officer

Sorry to inform you Maam,
Your son was killed today,
Another senseless pawn Maam,
In this war game that we play.
If its of any comfort Maam,
He suffered painless death,
And whispered me your name Maam,
Upon his final breath.



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