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A military poem describing the eternal bond of soldiers through the generations.


Submitted:Sep 13, 2006    Reads: 547    Comments: 15    Likes: 15   


They do not know

Who have heard not the trumpets

They have not walked with Pickett's boys

In the Pennsylvania sun

Or lain with the Siberian Guard

In the snows before Moscow

They do not know

Who have heard not the trumpets

Though from thrones and parliaments

They bid fire and steel

Blaze forth between those

Who might else be brothers

They do know

Who have heard the trumpets before

And now in painful tearful pride

Bid sons and daughters

Follow the trumpets and come home changed

Or not at all

They do not know

They can not know, they will not know

Who have heard not the trumpets

And if you ask what they do not know

I must ask in turn

Have you heard the trumpets?





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