In the footsteps of our Father’s

Standing in the shadows of were our forefathers once stood. Patrolling in the rain, and living in the mud. Standing in the shadow of were our forefathers once stood Writing our own history but the ink becomes our blood. Standing in the shadows of were our forefathers...

Infants tears for infanteers

So young so bright, tall and lean. Fine young soldiers still nineteen. Mother’s sons not long left school. Smart in combats, feeling proud and cool. Is this why their called INFANTeers. They all stand out from the crowd. Shoulders back, heads high and proud. Faces...

Bye Mucker

I’ll try to build a picture, as you relax in the comfort of your home. Try to show you the horror, and the fear of the unknown. Hopefully let you see inside of your minds eye. The face of a friend as you sit and watch him die. But is seeing believing, when you have...