Echoes of the Bush War

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Echoes of the Bush War
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[Verse 1] One thousand seven hundred and ninety-one sons, Not returning home, their journey’s just begun. In nineteen sixty-six, the first shots had ignited, In Omugulugwombashe, the fate of many decided. Die Rekkies, Parabats, and Three Two Battalion were born, A saga of strife and loss, left us all torn. [Chorus] In the silence that follows, echoes of their names, Heroes lost in the shadows, locked in history’s frames. We remember their courage, the price they had to pay, In the bitter dusk of war, where dreams fade away. [Verse 2] Oshikango confirms, the lines are now drawn, SWAPO, MPLA, FNLA, and UNITA, the dawn. The first terror attack on Maroelaboom’s land, Koevoet from police ranks, taking a bold stand. Operation Savannah from the southern expanse, Operation Carlota, a grim military dance. [Chorus] In the silence that follows, echoes of their names, Heroes lost in the shadows, locked in history’s frames. We remember their courage, the price they had to pay, In the bitter dusk of war, where dreams fade away. [Bridge] Forty-one operations, the battles proclaim, Cuito Cuanavale, halt called in bloodstains. UNTAG chased through dust, white vehicles gleamed, Retreating hard-nosed soldiers, shattered hopes redeemed. A bush war so deep, and yet so few comprehend, Today fewer still, choose to remember, my friend. [Verse 3] It depends on your side in the line drawn of fate, Where do you find sense in this costly estate? The toll of the anguish, the struggles so vast, A nation forever changed, its shadows are cast. A tribute to those, in the silence we hear, Their whispers still linger, in the hearts of the near. [Chorus] In the silence that follows, echoes of their names, Heroes lost in the shadows, locked in history’s frames. We remember their courage, the price they had to pay, In the bitter dusk of war, where dreams fade away. [Outro] So let the orchestra swell, let the heartstrings be played, In memory of all who, for their country stayed. A symphony of honour, a melancholic embrace, The echoes of the Bush War, time cannot erase.

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