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| The Black Horse
I rode the black horse Into the sun And his hoof beats were music And it was fun Duty, honor, and country Rang in my ears And I carried that banner Throughout the years So exciting to be On life’s narrow ledge To be totally alive And on the very edge But the art of war In any rational mind Is the insanity, the madness Of all mankind To friend and foe It was sometimes the same It was the ultimate high Of the ultimate game I have no hope That war will cease But for you I wish fervently Only for peace I sometimes now listen To the mockingbird's song And ponder the blurred edges Of right and wrong But I rode the black horse Into the sun And his hoof beats were music And it was fun By the late LTC. Archie Rider, former C.O. 2nd Squadron, 17th Cavalry Regiment. VIETNAM Courtesy of the Rider Family |
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