Heute habe ich mich mal wieder an ein Lied aus der Vergangenheit erinnert. Ein Lied, das mich immer traurig gemacht hat. Ein Lied, das mich in seiner Intensität immer wieder zu Boden wirft. Ein Lied über Krieg und das Soldatentum.

Motörhed – 1916

16 Years old when I went to war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side, and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died
And I never did get any older
But I knew at the time that a year in the line
Is a long enough life for a soldier
We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names
And we added two years to our ages
Eager for life and ahead of the game
Ready for history’s pages
And we brawled and we fought and we whored ‚til we stood
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun
And that’s what you are when you’re soldiers

I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother
And I fell by his side, and that’s how we died
Clinging like kids to each other
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew colder
And I called for my mother and she never came
Though it wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t to blame
The day not half over and ten thousand slain
And now there’s nobody remembers our names
And that’s how it is for a soldier


Tja und seit heute wissen wir, dass Soldaten Kitas und eine Drei- oder Vier-Tage-Woche brauchen.

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3 Gedanken zu „Soldatentum

  1. Geht doch alles:
    A paid vacation in a foreign land
    Uncle Sam does the best he can
    You’re in the army now
    Oh, oh you’re in the army, now

    Now you remember what the draft man said
    Nothing to do all day but stay in bed
    You’re in the army now
    Oh, oh you’re in the army, now

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