Michael Allen Miller (lordsombrasetabominae87)'s status on Monday, 24-Mar-14 15:55:10 UTC
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A short man from Texas,
a man of the wild
Thrown into combat,
where bodies lie piled
Fights his emotions,
his blood's running cold,
just like his victories,
his story unfolds
Bright, a white light
If there´d be, any glory in war
Let it rest, on men like him
(Dead men will never come back..)
Crosses grow on Anzio,
where no soldiers sleep and the hell's six feet deep
The death must wait, there's no debate
So charge and attack, going to hell and back!
A man of the 15th, a man of can-do,
friends fall around him, but yet he came through
let them fall face-down, if they must die,
making it easier to say goodbye
Bright, a white light
If there´d be, any glory in war
Let it rest, on men like him
Who went to hell and came back!
Crosses grow on Anzio,
where no soldiers sleep and the hell's six feet deep
The death must wait, there's no debate
So charge and attack, going to hell and back!
