Dusty old helmet, rusty old gun,
They sit in the corner and wait --
Two souvenirs of the Second World War
That have withstood the time and the hate.

Many times I've wanted to ask them --
and now that we're here all alone,
Relics all three of a long ago war --
Where has freedom gone?

Mute witness to a time of much trouble,
Where kill or be killed was the law ( Read more... )

"Oh, gather 'round me, comrades: and listen while I speak
Of a war, a war, a war where hell is six feet deep.
Along the shore, the cannons roar.  Oh how can a soldier sleep?
The going's slow on Anzio.  And hell is six feet deep.

"Praise be to God for this captured sod that rich with blood does sep:
With yours and mine, like butchered swine's; and hell ( Read more... )