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Wolfgang

El Alamein

As I march over sand dunes to El Alamein
My feet grow weary, my heart is the same
I march for England, my gun at my side
Towards El Alamein where my enemy hides

My thoughts trail home where my young brother
plays
His eyes full of wonder at these storybook days
He hums to the cries that the patriots sing
But he knows not the horrors that the songs they
will bring

Oh brother hope not
Oh brother dream not
Of my glorious fighter's destiny
For a man, my brother, I will never be

On the day's final sand dune there's pain from
beneath
From under my feet the sand shows its teeth
The desert has spit my lets to the sky
Dying I pray, as bleeding I lie