dedalus Posted August 6, 2013 Share Posted August 6, 2013 One of the finest things I’ve ever seen all across the valley so far below and which makes me pause each time I go, are those fourteen shades of green. I haven’t washed for a week as my helmet bounces on my head and I don’t know what the sergeant said: I never listen to that freak. The grass is high and hides grenades as the point man waves to put us down so I close my eyes, see only brown: squint away the sweat, put on my shades. O God, I feel so fuckin weary with little black bugs crawling in my hair and cascades of insects everywhere: I wish I was home in Dun Leary. I was young, impatient, and out of pay so I took my heart within my hands and with a head held on with rubber bands, left Erin for Ameri-kay. It’s a great place if you can survive but never go over in time of war; we're the cannon-fodder they’re looking for and the main thing is to stay alive! Here’s you, boys! Now … take my advice. To America I’ll have you not be coming! There is nothing here but war, where the murdering cannons roar. And I wish I was at home in dear old Ireland. Everything goes along in little bits, but you've noticed, I suppose. No? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Eight months in, only three months to go in the worst place I have ever been and I'll never come back, in my heart I know, to these fourteen shades of green. ------------------- * "Paddy's Lamentation", American Civil War song: There is another video of the same song with better (more authentic) pictures from the era: Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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