| Story ID: | 4181 |
| Written by: | Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Phenix City Alabama U.S.A. |
| Year: | 2008 |
| Person: | SELF |
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| Story ID: | 4181 |
| Written by: | Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Phenix City Alabama U.S.A. |
| Year: | 2008 |
| Person: | SELF |
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when grand parents were younger, back in the good old days, the world was clouded by war's terrible haze. Most young people back then, all true patriots and brave, were going off to fight for democracy to save. the great war was upon them, and all must join in, for this was one fight that they had to win. No plans were important, they all had to wait, for America had enemies at freedoms front gate. Those were your grand parents, that won that great war, and saved your future thats what they fought for. "if you can read this poem ,thank a teacher,if you are reading this poem in english,thank a veteran." Bob |