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Sad lament


I no longer sing a sad lament

Of all the wasted hours I have spent

In dark jungles green with rivers deep

Where even the hard men stood to weep.



I no longer sing a sad lament

Of unhappy hours that I have spent

In army planes above treetops tall

With my thought not very sane at all.



I no longer sing a sad lament

Of my time on Earth that's only lent

As pressure of past traumatic stress

Makes my fear of death that so much less.



Please don't sing for me a sad refrain

It was me that sought this Army game

But forgive the things that I've done wrong

And sing loud for me a happy song.



FOR I AM PROUD TO HAVE SERVED!

(C) 17th July 2010

Leslie de la Haye