Tool German Song

Soldier battles of life

Soldier battles of life

To Punkerslut

54th Battalion. 4th Division. Unit 984. Belge. 1944. buildings ruined. bodies scattered. A fear of more and more. To boil, worried aloud. See beyond the pale light of the war in low light of death. Something inside of these men, twitching, squirming. Only the stones of a civilization far crunch under his feet once. Constant walking, keep your head up, looking about cautiously, sometimes carried to the grave of thought and unweariness. A dead body is in front of a building. nobody notices. More steps. The head of a soldier fell, he is running. A girl. A face. A lover. A friend Loved dreams with a little pat. More steps. More traughs crossed land. The conquest of new territories in the nightmare of life. Squinting. Confusion. Sunny. Myst. But one clear day. Rest stop. A soldier stands in the rubble and empty the contents of his flask in the face. Another neck with a clean white cloth. Lying on his stomach, sometimes making noises, a Another soldier from the stairs of fate the future undeniable. He turned on his back, his rifle at his side. He gets up and goes, his weapon left. And the noise rang tools and weapons, as all ways the removal order. It is. And the most common. They are on the road to nowhere and goes for miles and miles. They walk up their feet were worn, and had nothing but pieces left and then to 10 miles.

His gun in hand, moving at the same pace of other soldiers, Che market with uncertainty about everything inexperience. It was, like many soldiers in his platoon, a soldier, a child, a man, lover, enemy, a creature of passion, desire, love and lust. He was in another country and day of sacrifice of his life that haunt years ago. The opinion of this varies from man to man in the bunch. For some, it was a call patriotic duty, and for others it was a mere formality, while still others were the pacifists who was tortured or threatened with imprisonment by the U.S. government because it was not uncommon. He was soon to be patriots aware of what they did was almost patriotic, it was not to help his people, nor was help people. Nevertheless, like Che, members of This platoon was here on a foreign land, armed with orders to destroy, in themselves are not willing to kill. The movements of the pack until what is its location: nowhere. The platoon leader tells his men who sleep here among the wreckage with their rats and roaches.

During the night. A coat of darkness on the spread of the earth, while the soldiers retreated into the ground to sleep. As sun sets on the horizon, it is fixed this night of their lives, never to return. And with your sad life and existence today is the last day of being so far ahead of them. Existence for a day before death, or many decades, there is a limit on the existence of all men. Here, in a major world war, the fight ending the existence of other men. Their names may not remember, but they will change forever the course of the planet.

Dawn. Military Fighting for consciousness, since a hot breakfast campfire dispersed. Twilight in the morning is nothing more than chills. The ending again in March. Each soldier has its own charm lucky, or memory, or a tangible piece of sentimentality. A soldier wears a pendant that he gave his grandmother. "For him, is an end but a German soldier scanning is a small part of profits to melt silver. Another soldier carries a picture of his daughter, while the other has memories that the head of his childhood home, alone in a small village in the forest. But among men, these soldiers marches fighting for control of Ives as much as any other, a man – Che – who has something valuable above all: a love letter he gave to mistress. At least it was once her lover, who once swore your love for him. Laura, a name so divine that only the angels spoke. Her tender legs and moist inside, feel passionate, eager to love and always sincere affection. Such were the thoughts racing in the spirit of Che, as he walked in the procession of the war in the streets that do not produce a child neglect and playful.

Laura, a Once the acknowledged lover of Che, but no more. For after this love letter could have on their hands, it was like shooting touch of his body, came a another letter. The first letter spoke of devotion and desertion second. His four month (now 6) of the existence in a foreign country also it. His first love letter was Volumouse, with images of physical affection and love – something that every soldier to caress her lover. Physical love is manifested in the words of our humble English language. The words of the letter were registered in his heart, how to claim two lovers by marking the bark of trees. He memorized every sentence, every syllable. But she has left. The initial shock was almost incredulous. Then there is a gap in his life purely military. And while Laura was real with another, she was dead to him. " Once you experience beauty have eroded by reading the white paper on truth. His mind clouded with misery ingredients, preparation of the mixture of fate. Walking with a heavy head. There is still the first love letter to remind you how happy I was. And oh was real! At any other time in his life could honestly testify to a lot of comfort and love. Gradually, through denial, anger, sympathy, remained Her love letter, and as surely as it has read the words of love old man who read the poetry of another. Two months had elapsed since the break. She leaves, still in line with Laura love song, and not with a heavy heart, but still look beautiful in lifting.

But today, was Che who marched with the words of Laura in her hand, without looking, not thinking, but only shows his touch gentle as his words appeared on the subject. tools Debris from broken buildings or tattered clothing destory has passed its scope, feet numb, do not change the clock settings. And so it was for their own negligence or lack of concentration, went to where I was. He looked up, pausing short and the words of the letter, and I saw the German side, with helmets and German soldiers, led by Germany military costumes. Holding company his letter to support the hand gun, saw a German soldiers to lift his gun. Che asked a thousand questions: Did she loves me yet? Still think of me? You know, I still love him? Did you know keep their cards? What do you think of me? What do you think of me? What do you think of me? And then the explosion for a term not exceeding one microsecond, and fell to the ground, the wind to take possession of your letter. But as the blue sky turn darker, and your body loses sensitivity, Che asked him if he must have lived his last weeks of life as did.

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Yes.

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About the Author

Punkerslut (or Andy Carloff) has been writing essays and poetry
on social issues which have caught his attention for several
years. His website www.punkerslut.com provides a complete list
of all of these writings. His life experience includes
homelessness, squating in New Orleans and LA, dropping out of
high school, getting expelled from college for “subversive
activities,” and a myriad of other revolutionary actions.

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I think he is German, but I'm not sure.

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