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So, How was everyone's Turkey day? I don't get my Turkey day until this Saturday at a family dinner...not that I like turkey. I will probably end up eating bread...yum :-/ Mom doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving, but since this will be a Saturday, she will allow herself to go.
I saw the person who played Nurse Kellye briefly on some show Dad was watching. (probably because I only glanced at it briefly :P)
Another box bites the dust due to cat claws -.-
Okay, last post I mentioned I had a couple untyped drabbles...well, they are untyped because they kinda suck atm. I did feel like working on something, so I typed up a song fic I have been wanting to write. It isn't much better than the crappy drabbles, but I can always go back and write up a new story to go around the lyrics.
Note: This is a great song. I highly recommend the Seventh Day Slumber version. It was the only one I could stand to listen to. Lyrics are in italics, and I hope this isn't too hard to figure out what is happening where.
There are probably more lyrics than story, but *shrugs*. Read it for the song :P
When the Children Cry
A young man looks down at his new son. “Hello, little Benjamin.”
Little child dry your crying eyes
how can I explain the fear I feel inside
As you were born into this evil world
Where man is killing man
And no one knows just why
A different young man asks a nurse for a scalpel. “Hurry, we might be able to save this one and the mother!”
What have we become
Just look what we have done
All that we destroyed
You must build again
‘Dear Dad.
It feels like ages since I have seen you, heard your voice. It is at times like this when I really miss Mom. Do you ever feel that way? Too much time to think over here, and sometimes not enough…’
When the children cry
Let them know we’ve tried
When the children sing
Then a new world begins
The young man, now older, grayer, but with the same sparkle in his eyes as the day he welcomed his son, now reads a letter from his boy. He enjoys the letters. Most are light-hearted and talks about little, but says a whole lot. This one is different. Little by little his son is changing. Growing into the man he had refused to become...
Little child you must show the way
To a better day for all the young
Cause you were born for all the world to see
That we all can live with love and peace
...bitter at the unending war that was never meant to be anything but a ‘police action.’
No more presidents and all the wars will end
One united world under god
‘Dear Dad.
I am mystified at these kids down here, the ones who have every right to cry and never stop. They sometimes are the only ones who can bring a smile to my face these days.
When the children cry let them know we’ve tried
When the children sing then the new world begins
When will it end, Dad? Wars are never about right and wrong, only power, only killing. This one may someday end, but what about the next, and the next one after that?
What have we become
Just look what we have done
All that we’ve destroyed
You must build again
How can the people who swear to protect us allow this stuff to happen? Do innocents not count? The guilty ones are the ones sitting behind their desks watching from the sidelines.’
No more presidents and all the wars will end
One united world under god
The letter was a giant cry for help. Help the aging man wasn’t able to give aside from words of encouragement.
When the children cry
Let them know we tried
When the children sing
Then the new world begins
Hawkeye set aside the recent letter from his father and smiled. The man didn’t seem to realize just how much the words meant to his son. The finest kind of medicine. He felt bad for unloading all of his problems of late on his dad.
When the children cry
Let then know we tried
When the children fight
Let them know it ain’t right.
‘Dear Dad.
It is official: This war can’t and wont last forever. You know how I know? A little bird told me. He also told me a doozy of a joke, too...
When the children pray
Let them know a way
...Love you Dad. Will see you soonest.
--The Man Who Will be Sleeping,
Hawkeye.
When the children sing
Then the new world begins...
Daniel Pierce put the newest triple page letter in a box next to dozens of others. He smiled and wiped away his tears. It was good to have his little boy back...
...Until next time.
Guess that is all I have time for. Bed is calling...to answer or not to *yawn* answer...that is a good question.
I saw the person who played Nurse Kellye briefly on some show Dad was watching. (probably because I only glanced at it briefly :P)
Another box bites the dust due to cat claws -.-
Okay, last post I mentioned I had a couple untyped drabbles...well, they are untyped because they kinda suck atm. I did feel like working on something, so I typed up a song fic I have been wanting to write. It isn't much better than the crappy drabbles, but I can always go back and write up a new story to go around the lyrics.
Note: This is a great song. I highly recommend the Seventh Day Slumber version. It was the only one I could stand to listen to. Lyrics are in italics, and I hope this isn't too hard to figure out what is happening where.
There are probably more lyrics than story, but *shrugs*. Read it for the song :P
When the Children Cry
A young man looks down at his new son. “Hello, little Benjamin.”
Little child dry your crying eyes
how can I explain the fear I feel inside
As you were born into this evil world
Where man is killing man
And no one knows just why
A different young man asks a nurse for a scalpel. “Hurry, we might be able to save this one and the mother!”
What have we become
Just look what we have done
All that we destroyed
You must build again
‘Dear Dad.
It feels like ages since I have seen you, heard your voice. It is at times like this when I really miss Mom. Do you ever feel that way? Too much time to think over here, and sometimes not enough…’
When the children cry
Let them know we’ve tried
When the children sing
Then a new world begins
The young man, now older, grayer, but with the same sparkle in his eyes as the day he welcomed his son, now reads a letter from his boy. He enjoys the letters. Most are light-hearted and talks about little, but says a whole lot. This one is different. Little by little his son is changing. Growing into the man he had refused to become...
Little child you must show the way
To a better day for all the young
Cause you were born for all the world to see
That we all can live with love and peace
...bitter at the unending war that was never meant to be anything but a ‘police action.’
No more presidents and all the wars will end
One united world under god
‘Dear Dad.
I am mystified at these kids down here, the ones who have every right to cry and never stop. They sometimes are the only ones who can bring a smile to my face these days.
When the children cry let them know we’ve tried
When the children sing then the new world begins
When will it end, Dad? Wars are never about right and wrong, only power, only killing. This one may someday end, but what about the next, and the next one after that?
What have we become
Just look what we have done
All that we’ve destroyed
You must build again
How can the people who swear to protect us allow this stuff to happen? Do innocents not count? The guilty ones are the ones sitting behind their desks watching from the sidelines.’
No more presidents and all the wars will end
One united world under god
The letter was a giant cry for help. Help the aging man wasn’t able to give aside from words of encouragement.
When the children cry
Let them know we tried
When the children sing
Then the new world begins
Hawkeye set aside the recent letter from his father and smiled. The man didn’t seem to realize just how much the words meant to his son. The finest kind of medicine. He felt bad for unloading all of his problems of late on his dad.
When the children cry
Let then know we tried
When the children fight
Let them know it ain’t right.
‘Dear Dad.
It is official: This war can’t and wont last forever. You know how I know? A little bird told me. He also told me a doozy of a joke, too...
When the children pray
Let them know a way
...Love you Dad. Will see you soonest.
--The Man Who Will be Sleeping,
Hawkeye.
When the children sing
Then the new world begins...
Daniel Pierce put the newest triple page letter in a box next to dozens of others. He smiled and wiped away his tears. It was good to have his little boy back...
...Until next time.
Guess that is all I have time for. Bed is calling...to answer or not to *yawn* answer...that is a good question.