a soldier boy and his violin. uneasy wartime ballet. omaha beach normandy on d-day. as his fellow man lay dying. and crimson tide colored the shore. sons cried for thier mothers. bitter pill of war. he strikes he strings. his heart is on parade. knows one day he’ll be gone but his melody will stay. a teenage boy in his attic. finds a case tattered and torn. his father’s violin. companion through the war. he dusts off the fiddle. and raises up to his chin. what the old leave behind and what the young begin.
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CHIN MUSIC
Diesel Boy
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