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There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
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2619320, Soldier killed in northern Iraq # 2865
Posted by saigon68 on Fri Nov-17-06 06:33 AM

Soldier killed in northern Iraq
Friday, 17 November 2006
Multi-National Corps – Iraq
Public Affairs Office, Camp Victory
APO AE 09342

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
RELEASE No. 20061117-01
Nov. 17, 2006

Soldier killed in northern Iraq


http://www.mnf-iraq.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=7291&Itemid=21

Multi-National Division – North PAO

TIKRIT, Iraq – A Task Force Lightning Soldier attached to 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 1st Cavalry Division, was killed by small arms fire Thursday during combat operations in Diyala province.

The name of the deceased is being withheld pending notification of next of kin





http://icasualties.org/oif/

There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl




Two Soldiers

He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy
His voice was low with pain
"I'll do your bidding comrade mine
If I ride back again
But if you ride back and I am left
You'll do as much for me
Mother you know, must hear the news
So write to her tenderly."

"She's waiting at home like a patient saint
Her fond face pale with woe
Her heart will be broken when I am gone
I'll see her soon, I know"
Just then the order came to charge
For an instant hand touched hand
They said "Aye" and away they rode
That brave and devoted band.

Straight was the track to the top of the hill
The rebels they shot and shelled
Plowed furrows of death through the toilling ranks
And guarded them as they fell
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.

But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said
Momma, you know, awaits the news
And she'll only know he's dead.

Bob Dylan
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