Bury Me With Soldiers

Bammo's Bunker ^ | Unknown | Unknown

[DJ Taylor]

I've played a lot of roles in life; I've met a lot of men.

I've done a lot of things I'd like to think I wouldn't do again.

And though I'm young, I'm old enough to know someday I'll die.

And to think about what lies beyond, beside whom I would lie.

Perhaps it doesn't matter much; still if I had my choice,

I'd want a grave 'amongst Soldiers when at last death quells my voice.

I'm sick of the hypocrisy of lectures of the wise.

I'll take the man, with all the flaws, who goes, though scared, and dies.

The troops I knew were common place, they didn't want the war;

They fought because their fathers and their fathers had before.

They cursed and killed and wept...God knows they're easy to deride.

But bury me with men like these; they faced the guns and died.

It's funny when you think of it, the way we got along.

We'd come from different worlds to live in one where no one belongs.

I didn't even like them all; I'm sure they'd all agree.

Yet I would give my life for them, I know some did for me.

So bury me with soldiers, please, though much maligned they be.

Yes, bury me with soldiers, for I miss their company.

[DJ Taylor]

With Memorial Day coming tomorrow, this is appropriate.

[Michael Goldsberry]

Amen.

[Donald Meaker]

I am told that signing up is the brave thing. The rest is following through.

Of course, some can not follow through, and they deserve our pity. Often the bravest are the ones who die. They deserve our gratitude and our remembrance.