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WINDS OF WAR I lost my arm in the great world war, lost my leg in forty-three Barely made it through Japan before they dropped the bomb on me Spent some time on a small atoll getting shot by little men The only thing that war taught me, is never study it again. I helped Hannibal set his trap in northern Italy It was the bloodiest bath of gore that man will ever see Not one brave roman soldier survived the setting sun It was from this bloodstained milestone wars study had begun. I saw Pickett charge Gettysburg, where fathers killed their sons Our nation’s thirst for blood was quenched, five years of pounding guns Our country’s chains of slavery would suffocate us all The veterans of this civil war fought the fiercest fight of all. There was a monster in Germany; asked the world to take his Jews Not a single country responded so he killed and tortured too Finally he shot himself I suppose it’s just as well God-damn you Adolf Hitler hope your soul went straight to hell. Our brave boys went to Vietnam, coming home as hardened men When some unthinking protester began to spit on them Fine for you to judge our vets as long as you were there If not please put a cork in it, for I doubt they even care. Now they say we must return to the land of sun and thirst Please tell me politician’s sons are going to fight first I can’t find worthy reasons for our boys to die in sand But the sad and sorry study of war is once again at hand. From the whitest cross at Normandy to Washington’s black wall The graveyard’s full of men who died, just for answering that call History claims it’s winners, but no one ever wins at war Someday we either kill ourselves or study it no more. |
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