No longer do I see my friends who marched by my side,
No longer can I hear the sound of voices raised with pride.
As we marched off down the road to WHATEVER lay in store,
Had I a choice of comrades I could not ask for more.
We set off then,that autumn day,not knowing what lay ahead.
Just young men who had NO choice,we went with flags unfurled,so that our kin could again rejoice in peace throughout the world.
I came back,I don`t know how,to see my folks again,but I pray to God my children,you will never experience the same.
By..Robert Smith ..of Leeds.
I like it Brian thanks for that.
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