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And this one:
When I’m alone, I think quite a lot. About how we made it here and what we have got. I think of the times when I was a boy. I think of the sadness and I think of the joy.
I often stare at nothing, looking up to the sky. My thoughts back to the early days...how come...and why. The men and the women, who were given no choice. Were called by a number, their birthdate, no voice.
Some of them who went lied of their age. To serve their home country, without any rage. They may not have know what they were to see.
Until they got over there, eyes opened up, oh no, dear me.
My grandad went over, as I have written before. Many like him, young, ready for battle, ready for war. They were of an age here in their homes, where life was quite nice. Working hard earning a living, everything ok, everything all right.
When I’m alone I think quite a lot. About what I’d do now if asked to take a spot. I don’t think I would, knowing what I do now, these ladies and men sure had the nerve. When they come home, they’re not the people they were.
I look at my nephew, who has not long turned twenty just gone. A lad, a young man and in the future, one we will depend on. Back then it was men and women just of that age. Who went to war and develop the courage, for us to turn the page.
So when I’m alone, I think quite a lot. About how we made it here and what we have got. I think about those people that went overseas in the past and the present. Who are on the look out for their country with a job not so pleasant.
We have a great country, we have a great land. We have all the things we need, we have people who lend a hand. So next time on remembrance or any other day of the year. Take the time to think like I do, and remind yourself how you are here.
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