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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547521" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brotherhood (Pvt Kennedy)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reaching for his freedom<br>with that new car smell<br>My brother and I<br>left Army ways behind<br>watched them salute us off<br>in the rear view mirror<br>dissappear in the distance<br>like memories<br>aged like fallen grapes<br>into concrete wine<br>Back then...<br>I rode shotgun <br>down Rancier Ave<br>adjusting the music<br>to concur our demons<br> That was the last time <br>I saw him<br>flaunting that thing around <br>like it was magic<br>slowing up <br>walking prom queens<br>just so they would notice<br> I wanted to be like him<br>my brother<br>forged from soldier plight<br>simply because he knew <br>how to rock <br>his freedom<br>his metal of honor<br>that magic mobile <br>turned two <br>without light<br>into kings<br> I patched up holes in my car<br>w duck tape<br>vacuumed it out spotless<br>and tripled washed the engine<br>as if it mattered<br> as if <br>a car<br>could bring<br>integrity<br>personal courage<br> values<br> A car can't kill friendship <br>I thought<br>can't take away instinct<br>or the bond of two soldiers <br>chasing after righteous notions<br> My rusty car threw bolts toward the ground<br>while stopping for smoke breaks <br>every so often<br> I used to <br>laugh <br>like it didn't matter<br>pray<br>like the world was ending<br>and ride in that magic car<br> knowing God was there<br>From then on<br>hurt couldn't penetrate <br>my cabin<br>couldn't leave <br>me feeling empty<br>I sat facing my destiny<br>looking inward for strength<br> Strength <br>doesn't come in a bottle<br>I'd buy it if it did<br>But, I was a kid<br>racing after man hood<br>in a broke down box<br>near Harker Heights<br> I was humbled<br>when a man walking <br>asked me <br>why sorrow <br>followed constant<br>in the narrows of my mind<br>as if it had packed itself<br>like groceries<br>in my back seat<br>as if my demon bought <br>grapes, cheese, and eggs<br>my passion had a passion<br>for relaxing those days away<br> I didn't care <br>much for<br>the world<br>back then<br> When life <br>was as simple<br>as following orders<br>I was trained <br>to give them<br>and molded men <br>like clay<br>into killers<br> I was great <br>at my job<br>at believing <br>the world <br>was enough<br> Pvt Kennedy taught me different<br>taught me<br>to laugh<br>maybe smile <br>for once<br>and shared with me<br>the greatest gift <br>I've ever known <br>Brotherhood</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=O.S.+Brooks">O.S. Brooks</a><div class=q>
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with that new car smell
My brother and I
left Army ways behind
watched them salute us off
in the rear view mirror
dissappear in the distance
like memories
aged like fallen grapes
into concrete wine
Back then...
I rode shot..."></div>
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