What did you do in the War Daddy?

HenryMc · July-12th-2009, 06:54 PM

Warning long pointless poetical meandering post follows:

A Child sits at his Granddad's knee
and looks at the old man lovingly
a look of admiration with wide eyed glee
Asking Grandad "Please tell me'
What did you do back in the war?
What did you win those medals for?"

The old man looked at the boy
playing at his feet with a star wars toy
He said in a voice cracked and broke
"Son, war is hell, that aint no Joke
A man dont tell what he dont need
but in war, men die and people bleed"

"Come on, Gramps, I love the story
Tell em all dont spare the gory"
"Ah I dont know" the old man said
"aint it time you went to bed?"
"No not for an hour yet
Tell me of the brave men you met"

The old man looked at the clock
and heard his old arthritic knock
and knowing that his time might be short
thought he's pass on lessons to be taught
he took a breath and quietly said
"OK one story and then to bed"

It was back in the summer of naught nine
We was being sent back into the line
we'd taken hits and lotsa casualties
I was so scared you could hear my knocking knees
Well I saw the fighting plain as day
I really wanted to run away

But a man does what he has to Son
He stands his ground, he doesnt run
Sure some guys were cowering in their holes
tryna make communion with them moles
knowing any moment I could be toasted
I got out my keyboard and then I posted!

First I went to speak out
there i threw some flames about
Then I paused to take my breath
and discussed Wynton with some guy Jeff
He was a great guy, brave and true
and guess what he hated Wynton too"

The boys eyes grew wide in admiration
In Grandads wonderous recitation
"Then I popped in to the Alley
Some guys with who I was quite pally
were holed up taking heavy fire
If I told you I wasn't scared I'd be a liar"

A foul mouthed kid, cant recall his name
was in cinders all aflame
I guess he kinda just went mad
war can do that to you lad
Well we checked his pulse but he was gone
the rest of us had to carry on

Some of the guys wanted to leave
and find a place where they could grieve
some of them said they's had enough
this place sucks it was too tough
I could see it in their eyes
a shock that shows when a buddy dies

Anyway I decided then and there
to fight on without a care
I'd do it for my buddy what's his name
so I posted flame and flame again
I said it was boring, I blamed who stayed
I praised all of those I knew who strayed

I praised men long since dead
Men who's words I'd never read
Men who's deeds were legendary
and even women too like Jazzy Mary
I was vilifying and unconstructive
I posed dynamite that was destructive

I reformed my lines, I buddied up
I even wrote some PM's 'whazzup'
to some of the guys I knew
a rough and tumble bunch, a motley crew
guys were fallin' left and right
It was then I knew I'd be alright

The fighting reached a fever pitch
blood in your eyes is such a bitch
I saw some of the guys from my command
fighting close hand to hand
then some guy posted a cut and paste
It was the worst thing I faced

Then world went dark and I fell
what happened next I cannot tell
I woke up in my own bed
the son was shining I was not dead
Then grandma woke me with a cough
said its ok Honey I logged you off"

Grandad looked down at the boy
sleeping next to his star wars toy
he'd let him sleep till his folks came home
turned on his laptop let it roam
he couldnt go back to that dreadful rook
soinstead he logged on to Facebook,

Ridiculous aint it ????