<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The parade</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember us passing <br>in a parade<br>where we were receiving honour; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the nightmare plays off in front of me<br>of people<br>that will never again be living<br>and are unpaid for their deeds: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What remains<br>when a mortar bomb falls like thunder<br>from the sky<br>and explodes with a hell of a bang, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how broken a body becomes<br>when it receives the deadly explosion<br>of a landmine<br>that does its thing like a giant trap, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the bits of ash<br>where a flaming star lands<br>when a rocket propelled grenade goes off, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">scorched black meat<br>where a tank’s projectile<br>hits like a ray of lightning, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a man that had been shot out of his boots<br>where a bullet pierced his body<br>and the puddle of blood in which he lies, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the shattering and the truncation <br>that a hand grenade brings, <br>how easy death strikes at anyone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and all of these people <br>now are forgotten and buried<br>until they stand before the Godly commander.</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=399671" data-title="The parade de Gert Strydom" data-description="I remember us passing in a parade where we were receiving honour; the nightmare plays off in front of me of people that will never again be living and are unpaid for their deeds: What remains when a mortar bomb falls like thunder from the sky..."></div> </div> </div>

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