<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>“Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards every one”</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read the entry line above your poem<br>and know that true soldiers live on<br>sometimes as legends of a place and time, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes as testimony of the effect of war, <br>witnesses to brutality<br>and seekers of peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The honest truth is that men die <br>in their hearts with every shot <br>that they take, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">become something else<br>like a well trained machine<br>primed to destroy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and something else takes capacity<br>when bullets whistle past<br>and each moment can be your last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: Oologsduet by Mandi Engelbrecht.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</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=397353" data-title="“Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards every one” de Gert Strydom" data-description="I read the entry line above your poem and know that true soldiers live on sometimes as legends of a place and time, sometimes as testimony of the effect of war, witnesses to brutality and seekers of peace. The honest truth is that men die in ..."></div> </div> </div>

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