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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358521" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Night It Should Have Been Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was there...<br>Over in that land...beyond the sea...<br>Begging God...Don't let it be...<br>Lying... Frighten...Hiding on the ground...<br>As Rockets...Guns...Claymores...<br>Exploding...all around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The radio... Help me...Call had come in...<br>He said... God...I'm hit...very bad...<br>I couldn't believe... How my heart went...<br>Just so... damn mad...<br>I moved... as it was Mauir...<br>For a blinding flash...had torn my soul...<br>And slammed.. knocked my helmet from my hair...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes and soul looked toward black...<br>With so much fright...<br>I could hardly move...because of my pounding...that night<br>I had to find him...<br>I had to make amends...<br>Because...He had taken it...for me...My friend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had to find him... I had too....<br>I had... made the path<br>Oh.. Please... please God... No... Don't let it be...<br>But his leg was gone... blown off...above the knee...<br>By Star Bursts... flashing pale...white...light...<br>My hands shook as I worked...Scorched that night...<br> <br>His hand clinched mine<br>His eyes and face...He just said hi...<br>I worked at fever pitch...105... Begging... God...<br>Jimmy... Jimmy... don't you...Die<br>I checked his face again...so gray and white<br>We had to move...again... <br>Facing Black... again that night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked for my soul...and my gun<br>And now...forever...carry about forty more tons<br>Like a mother...with child in arms...<br>I ran...so my soul...would have no more harm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were on the 10,000 yard track...<br>Him in my arms...my shoulder his pack...<br>I could see the finish line...that Huey...<br>It was shouting....cheering...throwing Red...<br>Yellow...Green... and Black....<br>Trying desperately...too... keep my soul...from harm<br>I shouted...Hold tight...Jim...with your arms<br>I fought...Desperate to keep my soul...from any more harm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It will never be complete...nor whole<br>I had said I was tired...<br>We'd not had any sleep...watching out for the V.C.<br>He'd said Relax...and sleep... Like Christ on the Cross<br>This night...I'll take for thee...<br>Oh please God...Please...Now they can see...<br>That was the night...<br>That It Should Have Been Me.....! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I know when you read this, you'll think it wasn't my fault.<br>But to me! It does feel that way....When for my own selfish need<br>to have some sleep. I'm writing this so that others, may never have to <br>face this sort of thing. So if you see me, walking that path, that continues<br>onto Hell...Just step to the side...<br>Make sure... you're not doing the same, as I had done...<br>And please... remember to help others first.<br>Before you think or yourself. <br>When you help others first..<br>That is the way...<br>God, intended it to be...<br>That's why, He was staked to a tree...<br>Because other wise, for my sins also<br>It would have been me...<br>Like it was for Him...At Gethsemane....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Jimmy<br>By Clyde Grant Bryson</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clyde+Bryson">Clyde Bryson</a><div class=q>
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Over in that land...beyond the sea...
Begging God...Don't let it be...
Lying... Frighten...Hiding on the ground...
As Rockets...Guns...Claymores...
Exploding...all around

The radio... Help me...Call had come in...
He said... God......"></div>
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