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Someone

He is a regular fellow,
In a place he doesn’t belong.
Not that he isn’t welcome there,
But the time and place are wrong.

Anger is the morning meal,
For half the local folks,
And fear makes up his breakfast,
Along with nervous jokes.

The weaponry is out there,
And some of it has your name.
Your courage can control your fear,
But rockets don’t play that game.

And it’s Wham! Bam! Where did that come from?
And fate is looking at me, through the barrel of a gun.
I’m hit! I’m hurt! But I am still alive.
I’m getting myself out of here. Please someone help me drive.

The bomb has landed in me,
It’s safe and warm and snug.
I look around at friends of mine.
I know they want to bug.

They take a breath of courage,
And stand to see me through,
I’d like to think that in their place,
That’s just what I would do.

The Medic knows the danger,
But he’s an angel man.
He knows I’m fighting for my life,
And he’ll do what he can.

And it’s Wham! Bam! Where did that come from?
And fate is looking at me, through the barrel of a gun.
I’m hit! I’m hurt! But I am still alive.
I’m getting myself out of here. Please someone help me drive.

They rush to get me airborne,
A chance no one should take.
But they are men who stood with me,
They do it for my sake.

Well, some may know I’m married,
A father, gonna be.
But others only see the blood,
And take a chance on me.

I’m no one really special,
No different from the rest,
I guess my only role to play,
Is to put them to the test.

And it’s Wham! Bam! Where did that come from?
And fate is looking at me, through the barrel of a gun.
I’m hit! I’m hurt! But I am still alive.
I’m getting myself out of here. Please someone help me drive.

They got me to the clinic.
They got the weapon out.
They took it down the road a piece,
To let it have its shout.

The anger of the world condensed,
Into a blast of rage,
Now safely detonated,
Upon an empty stage.

So all I have to do right now,
Is drag myself along.
And stuff my straw back in my chest,
Get back to being strong.

But it’s Wham! Bam! Where did that come from?
And fate is looking at me, through the barrel of a gun.
I’m hit! I’m hurt! But I got through the drive.
Someone got me out of there. Someone kept me alive.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . October 1, 2007

"166 posted on 10/01/2007 12:34:52 AM EDT by NicknamedBob"

I should have waited four more seconds. Then it would have been 12:34:56.

Good morning, Bob. Good morning, sionnsar.

We have to have an Undead Thread!

Wow!!!