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IronBear -> What Is The Price Of Command ? (4/23/2006 10:11:11 AM)
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I was asked recently by a lass here in Cm regarding military matters and she came up with a question which I had no easy answer. I told her I was going to post a thread answering her so lass here it is....
What Is The Price Of Command ?
What is the price of command you ask?
You will always stand alone your responsible for every task.
You see their eyes ask you Why? As they take their last breath.
There is only one thing you can count on and that is certain death.
Your aura is a red mist about you and your hands are red with blood.
The bloody and pain of those men and women that you command unto death
A hundred saddles filled with men and women you command,
Riding earnestly to skirmish to test the enemy’s resolve and skill.
Standing in the saddles, bows drawn, yelling, screaming cursing,
In to fire and out of the foes returning fire, of the arrows that they fling,
Lances lowered and raking the flanks who followed you from their horde,
In small groups you turn and cleave them with the sword…
Wearily and proudly, you turn and head for home,
Sweat pouring of you, horses lathered with foam,
You follow to where they are standing awaiting your command
Silently you count the empty saddles and those who are harmed
You give your orders and wait to see that all is well
You see those faces who will never again ride pell-mell.
You gather the belongings of those fallen friends
The company auction will sell all the odds and ends
The moneys raised are divided and will their pays so due
Will be sent to their loved ones with your letter with words that are to few.
You see the new recruits waiting, standing in the mud,
Each begging to sign. eagerly for glory and for fame, their contracts you sign in blood.
Generations pass each one seeing much the same,
Weapons and governments change and war is just a game,
You are some stinking jungle, the stench of napalm in the air,
The new recruits keep coming seeming, without a care,
You don’t want to know them until they have lived a week,
For until they are blooded, it is they a not always swift death, will them seek.
You still lead the raiding or take part in a bigger sweep
Their lives you care for, for they are in your keep,
They turn to you for orders and prey that you give them true
For you are their commander and their lives depend on you.
For those who have fallen, to their families you will write
Their faces will still haunt you and never leave your sight.
This is the price of command my friend! Is this what you ask?
You will always stand alone your responsible for every task.
You see their eyes ask you Why? As they take their last breath.
There is only one thing you can count on and that is certain death.
Your aura is a red mist about you and your hands are red with blood.
The bloody and pain of those men and women that you command unto death. This is the price you pay, Their Blood!
Copyright © Iron Bear April 2006
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