<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>TheCycle of Misery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was a dead-ringer for his dad.<br>He inherited every look his dad ever had.<br>But he never really knew his dad at all.<br>For a bullet to his chest had come to call.<br>Every time his mom looked at him she'd cry<br>and he'd come to understand the reason why.<br>He was a reminder of whom his dad had been.<br>When she looked at him her sadness would begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His dad was a soldier who went off to war.<br>He'd never questioned his mom anymore.<br>He wondered a lot why his dad didn't live<br>and finally figured out he had a life to give.<br>He gave it for his country that needed him to fight.<br>He gave it believing that his country was right.<br>And so when the time came that he was full grown, <br>he became a soldier becaquse he'd always known</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that to be with his dad he would have to die.<br>So he was off to Iraq to become an American GI.<br>He carried a picture in his pocket that looked like him.<br>He knew his chances of returning home were slim.<br>But he was fighting for his country just like his dad<br>and when the bullet found him he wasn't even sad.<br>For isn't that what we young men are supposedly for? <br>We're dead-ringers for our fathers in senseless war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwina+Reizer">Edwina Reizer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382947" data-title="TheCycle of Misery de Edwina Reizer" data-description="He was a dead-ringer for his dad. He inherited every look his dad ever had. But he never really knew his dad at all. For a bullet to his chest had come to call. Every time his mom looked at him she'd cry and he'd come to understand the reason why...."></div> </div> </div>

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