Er is weer een Nederlands militair omgekomen in Uruzgan.....
Een neef van mij is EN in Bosnië EN in Uruzgan geweest.
En dat hij die 2 x overleeft heeft word meer en meer een zegen in plaats van vanzelfsprekend.
Ik voel meer en meer voor het maken van 1 land, met een hoge muur er om heen, waar alle religieuze en op macht beluste fanatici met elkaar kunnen gaan vechten om alleenheerschappij.
Zodat moeders niet meer hoeven te huilen om kinderen omgekomen in zinloze oorlogen.
(Want zijn niet alle oorlogen per definitie zinloos ??)
Ik heb mijn heil maar weer eens gezocht in mijn muziek en van het nummer Military Man van Gary Moore en Phil Lynott......
Mama take a look at your boy
He's a military man
Mama take a look at your boy
He's crying
Mama take a look at your boy
He's a soldier
Mama take a look in his eyes
They're colder
Mama take a look at your boy
He's a military man
Mama take a look at your boy
He's dying
Mama take a look at your boy
He's fighting
Mama take a look at your boy
He's frightened
They have trained your boy to kill
And kill someday he will
They have trained your boy to die
And ask no questions why
Mama take a look at your boy
Take a look at your boy
Take a look at your boy
He's a killer, yeah
Mama take a look at your boy
Take a look in his eyes
Take a look at your boy
He's a soldier, he's colder, he's older, mama
Mama take a look at your boy
Obey the order
Mama take a look at your boy
Like a lamb to the slaughter
They have trained your boy to kill
And kill someday he will
They have trained your boy to die
And ask no questions why
One day, I will write for you a lovesong mother
As the children say,
I love you, please hold me
And you and I, we will never lie together
Until the day when we die,
I will love you mother
I will always love you
I'm writing from this war
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for
And if you see my children?
God bless them, kiss them
And tell them that I miss them
See I'm frightened in the dark
Mama, mama
The blood is ankle-deep
They have trained your boy to kill
Kill someday he will
They have trained your boy to die
Mama take a look at your boy, take a look at your boy
Mama take a look at your boy, take a look at your boy
Take a look at your boy
He's marching, He's a soldier
Oh mama, oh mama
Oh mama, oh mama
He's on the streets
He's marching to the blood beach
Love Peace & Greetz,
Harrie
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