The sacrifice for country has no reward.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Win a gold medal
in the Olympics, become a household hero, and the world is your oyster, lose a limb or even die for your country and no one knows your name, little lone rewarded. I like to start the story now. In the news today a gallant soldier got a gold medal for throwing the javelin killing a enemy soldier at eighty metres. A soldier throwing the discus got silver for wounding a enemy soldier in the shoulder at the seventy five metre mark. More news, a soldier got gold for the high jump record over a hand thrown enemy grenade, apparently it was five metres high and he landed safely. In the rifle shooting there were three golds, two silvers, and one bronze medal for killing the enemy outright. In the soccer against the enemy there were no winners, it was a draw. Tomorrow we have boxing prisoners til they are dead, the swimming relays placing mines on ships, and diving for cover. Till then goodnight. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on August 3, 2021 Last Updated on August 3, 2021 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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