pogo4pres
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FR, "These mist covered mountains are a home now for me, but my home is the low lands and always will be, Some day you'll return to...your valleys and your farms, and you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms. Through these fields of destruction, baptisms of fire. I've witnessed your suffering...as the battle raged higher. And though they did hut me so bad, in the fear and alarm, You did not desert me my brothers in arms. There's so many different worlds, so many different suns, and we have just one world...but we live in different ones. Now the suns gone to hell...and... the moon riding high Let me bid you farewell...every man has to die, But it's written in the starlight...and every line in your palm, We're fools to make war on our brothers in arms. Knopfler wrote there lyrics as a commentary on the civil war in El Salvador in the early 1980s, but if you're over a certain age you can not help but equate them with Vietnam. All Vietnam was ever about, was a "proving ground" for weapons in a "triple canopy" jungle environment. I'll tell you what I have learned from talking with actual combat veterans, the louder and longer the ranting is about not being allowed to win the war, the more likely you're talking with some REMF, that was no closer to the front lines than say Philadelphia is to New York. Hauntingly, Some Knucklehead in NJ
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"All life is pain highness, anyone that says different is just trying to sell something" The Man in Black (Dread Pirate Roberts)
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