Today's Soundtrack
Fire for the hills pick up your feet and let's go.
Head for the hills pick up steel on your way.
And when you find a piece of them in your site,
fire at will, don't you waste no time.
Another thought of the unaware,
addiction in disguise.
With a drop of blood,
you will take them out, for me.
Fire from the hills pick up speed and lets go.
Fire for real, yeah shoot to kill with no aim.
Head for the hills yes eyes on the camp fire glow.
Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow.
And out of the black, a figure forms a soldier in the sky.
With a drop of love, trying to set you free.
Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go.
We did our jobs, pick up speed now let's move.
The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes.
And we can't live if we're too afraid to die.
Hold on tight, yes hold on tight you're too slow.
Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind.
Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads.
Alfred Milton Brannock
3 November 1894 - 5 July 1936
MO 51 REGT C A C
death ruled suicide by hanging
Alfred Brannock's Death Certificate
Herbert Brannock
12 January 1899 - 7 March 1936
MO PVT 110 FIELD SIG BN 35 DIV
death ruled gun shot wound at own hands
Bert Brannock's Death Certificate
Alfred and Bert were brothers and both served in our nation's first world war.
I am not sure if the lyrical content above applies to what afflicted their tortured
thoughts; I can only assume. They took their life within 3 months of one another.
I am adding to this post a newspaper clipping that I found today. This was published in the Bloomfield Vindicator out of Bloomfield County, Missouri. It is in reference to the untimely and dark circumstances surrounding the death of Alfred Brannock, and was sent by the Acorn Post No. 1669, Veterans of Foreign Wars, out of Royal Oak, Michigan.
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