\n A very old friend of mine died recently. He lived a long life and lived it to the fullest. This poem I wrote for him as a goodbye. He was a veteran of WWII a loving husband a caring father and good friend. This is for all those who knew someone who has been through hard times and either didnt make it back or came back....but was never the same again.
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\n\n Hatred leads to many things
\n\n The dislike for other human beings
\n\n It halts the progress of mankind
\n\n It's better to have peace you'll find
\n\n Now it's my turn to fight in war
\n\n Rickety plane...nothing more
\n\n Packed away in my gunner seat
\n\n Hoping I wont soon taste defeat
\n\n Alive I was nothing more
\n\n Now dead....a hero of war
\n\n My body stacked in endless rows
\n\n This is how the story goes
\n\n Unmarked graves...nothing more
\n\n For the unknown heroes of war
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\n\n I may not be the best writer in the world....or the best artist...but I knew one great man...and I'm grateful for the time I had.
\n\n -Dyre
He went to war as a young man to fight for Führer, Volk and Vaterland.
At some point he realised the madness behind the war, but is was too late.
We talked alot about this. And still it is hard to understand.