I havent posted forever....I know i never update this thing ever, but i was bored, found somthing outstanding and didnt know where to put it, so here it is... i was reading through the memoirs of a German Soldier in World War Two today, Leutnant Gerhard Hennes, and i noticed this poem in the back, which totally floored me. It's outstanding. It’s our blood they count on to win, As if it were fuel or oil And to the market they bring our own skin. For they heap great profits from all our toil. Again we are material and nothing more. And we are told to fight all over again; While they decide and scheme just as before And never ask what we want, we men. At fourteen we were the very elite To fashion a future so bright. At sixteen we marched to the drummers beat To make our nation the worlds light. At twenty we carried helmet and gun, and not just to drill. We were to inherit the world as it was. At twenty-two we learned how to kill And die for the Fatherland’s cause. At Twenty-five and fed up, we were no longer for hire; But of our true feelings could offer no wink. At thirty we languished behind barbed wire And learned to be silent and think. Hardly at home, the humdrum begins anew. We are asked to warrant yet greater a lot, Like freedom and peace and all that is not true And to assure a future that’s “hot.” The last time ‘round was more than enough, That time, too much was bruised and broken. To die for the Fatherland, it’s no longer our stuff, Nor for a Europe united and newly awoken. And if you promise the blue from the sky And victories galore, We do not want any more uniforms And we do not want any more war. ~Else Wahl | 
