One Sunday Morning
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> There were seagulls flying overhead,
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> in the early morning sun.
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> They were diving 'round the harbor,
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> past the ships with quiet guns.
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> But the silence of that Sunday,
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> was broken by the cry.
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> The World would never be the same,
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> for those who didn't die.
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> Some ran from the churches,
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> where they had knelt to pray.
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> Others ran to raise the guns,
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> to stand and fight some way.
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> There was hardly time to even think,
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> as the smoke soon filled the sky.
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> The World would never be the same,
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> for those who didn't die.
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> ref: There are fewer men alive today,
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> that made it through that day.
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> Fewer men each year goes by,
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> who know what price was paid.
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> When the final count is taken,
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> and all the gear is stored,
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> the final voyage, under way,
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> with everyone on board.
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> The seagulls still were flying,
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> when the battle's rage had passed.
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> They circled 'round the Harbor,
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> and the flags that flew half mast.
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> Men were buried where they fell,
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> and a nation's tears were cried.
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> The World would never be the same,
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> for those who didn't die.
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>
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> They were bloodied, but not beaten,
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> they would not forget this date.
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> With courage and with fire,
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> they turned to meet their Fate.
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> They fought and didn't always win,
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> but they never lost their pride.
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> The World would never be the same,
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> for those who didn't die.
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>
>
> ref: There are fewer men alive today,
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> that made it through that day.
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> Fewer men each year goes by,
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> who know what price was paid.
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> When the final count is taken,
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> and all the gear is stored,
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> the final voyage, under way,
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> with everyone on board.
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> Seagulls are still flying,
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> the years have come and gone.
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> Peace was won, and men returned,
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> and time has moved along.
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> Young men now have grandkids,
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> and their memories inside.
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> The World forever changed,
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> by those who lived,
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> and those who died.
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> © David Vensas March 2005

RON!!!,

Well, well, Us old farts just hang around pestering people. What ever happened to our previous correspondence? I just discovered the VP-21 site.

Hope your life has been good.

Phil in J'ville
phlyerphil@gmail.com