Quote (pissed247 @ Oct 28 2009 05:02am)
Soldier boy
Made of clay
Now an empty shell
21, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill
Not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here
Greeting death
He's yours to take away.
Back to the front!
You will do, what I say, when I say
Back to the front!
You will die, when I say, you must die
Back to the front!
You coward, you servant, you blindman, back to the front..