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- Death Responds (My Life for Yours Saga VI) at allpoetry
Do you think you can stop me?
Go On and Try.
For one will be taken, that even you cannot deny - [ I cannot leave her, I love her too much, ] at allpoetry
She is my reflection. Her soul is as clear as crystal,
And as hard as diamond. She is a pearl, a jewel in the midst of sand. - Death Comes for You (My Life for Yours Saga IV) at allpoetry
You shall come with me lover
Come and be taken.
You agreed to the price,
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on The Charge Of The Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson, on September 11, 2008Ah, noble men, the each of them. That was a time long ago. You have the Crimean War, 1854, then onward to the Civil War in 1861 where there, many too did this, and died. Then we had the newer times, but the last of noble men like these, world war II. Though there are some today, like these, they only come in handfuls now. But they too, help us remember the old, the heroes of old, that would charge a fortified position, regardless of loss.
"You are heroes. Heroism is latent in every soul. That transcendence of self, has immortalized you."
"In great deeds, something abides, on great fields, something stays. Forms change and pass, bodies disappear, but spirits linger. This is the great reward of service, to gives life best for such high sake, that shall be found again, unto life eternal."
Union Major General Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain
How often this happens. This also happened with Sherman's boys after the american civil war. Many of them went knocking to their old general's door asking for money, and he, being a gracious officer who loved his boys, would give them what he had. It happens to many veterans, as people want to sing their praises, but when they come home, they are strangers. We take it for granted today, but this has happened to the bravest of them, Crimean War, American Civil War, Spanish American War, World War I and II, just to name a few. Loved this poem. Absolutely loved it. Truth is what it is, truth.