ROVER

 

The boats run the river

'Til the river runs dry.

Blood fills the river

And grown men cry.

Home is where

Water meets sky

And here sit you and I.

 

 

Fighting this war

Isn't really so bad

But you just can't quit

When you're feeling sad.

You can't move along

To the next guy's pad

And here sit you and I.

 

 

I often feel

When a round hits close.

That's when I hate

This job the most

And when at night

I see a lost ghost;

Here sit you and I.

 

 

Some day we'll be done

With this kind of fun

And we'll sit and talk it all over.

How we risked our lives

For tens and fives

And dug holes in fields of clover.

 

 

How we ran them down

And squeezed off a round

And tried never to get sober.

How we laughed and cried

While our buddies died

And made it home in time to pet Rover

 

~Robert E. Browne~

 

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