---==={ Pickett's Charge }===---

We followed him for many weeks,
And always we would win.
He led us through the hardest times,
With sabre, shout and grin.
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Today we went to take a ridge,
A small mistake was made.
And now he's dead, and so are we,
An awful price he paid.
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A leader has to die, each day,
For every man he kills.
And save as many as he can,
For taking other hills.
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But who was left, to feel the loss,
When Pickett died, as well?
Who buried all the other men,
That died in Pickett's hell?
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A war that takes a million souls
Respects the lives of none.
And leaders bury all their lost,
Each time the battle's done.
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So, when you think of Pickett's Charge,
And all the men now dead.
Think, too, of Pickett, at the fore,
He died with those he led.

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