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Friday, October 01, 2004

WHEN THE TIGERS BROKE FREE

"It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty-four'.
When the Forward Commander was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks
Held back the enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio Bridgehead was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all.
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp
To remember His Majesty
Signed with his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command took my Daddy from me."
-Roger Waters

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