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WINDS OF WAR I helped Hannibal set his trap in northern Italy. It was the bloodiest bath of gore that man would ever see. Not one great roman soldier survived the setting sun, it was from this bloody 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 bloodiest fight of all. I lost an arm in the great world war, lost my leg in forty-three, barely made it through Japan when they dropped the bomb on me. Spent some time on a small atoll getting shot by little men. The only thing I learned from war, is never study it again. 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, came home as hardened men; where 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. From the whitest cross at Normandy to Washington's black wall, the graveyards full of men who died, just for answering that call. History claims its winners, but no one wins at war. Someday we either kill ourselves or study it no more. |
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