Will we get a version of the goodbye forever in the trailer open to the public?
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The comeback we didnt deserve, its a comeback we needed
1 year ago
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YESSSSSSSSSSS FINALLY I watched the trailer 19 times when it came out. I'm so exited!!!!
1 year ago
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Glad to have you back! Can't wait for the results! Unrelated question, will the Fallout series continue sometime? With the official show and all...
1 year ago
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I recently found the sneak peak of it. AND I'M REALLY IMPATIENT ON IT!
1 year ago
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Heck yeah... im placing a bet that songs by kino will show up alomg the way like summer is ending and such. Maybe even change will show up.
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I've got a beautiful poem about this topic especially here it come Once filled with fervor, pride, and zeal, A Soviet soldier set to heal The world with visions grand and bright, Through propaganda’s gilded light. With promises of glory told, Of brotherhood and hearts of gold, He marched with joy, a spark in eye, Beneath a flag that kissed the sky. But as his boots touched foreign sand, In Afghanistan’s harsh, rugged land, The dreams once nurtured by the state, Met with a far more brutal fate. The mountains stood, both cold and stern, Indifferent to ideals that burn. Villages, where laughter rang, Now silenced by war’s bitter clang. Streets that once pulsed with vibrant life, Now etched with scars from endless strife. Broken homes and shattered dreams, Silent cries in moonlit beams. The faces of the people there, Worn by sorrow, marked by care, Told tales that no one cared to hear, Of loss, of pain, of endless fear. Propaganda’s glow, so bright, Grew dim against the war’s harsh light. The promise of a noble quest, Laid bare by death and deep unrest. His comrades, once with spirits high, Now questioned why they had to die. In whispered tones, beneath the stars, They spoke of lies and unseen scars. The songs of home, now bitter sweet, As they trudged on with weary feet. Each step a testament to the lies, Wrapped in the flag of empty ties. Joy and spark, once brightly shone, Now buried deep, forever gone. The weight of war, the truth’s cruel sting, Had stripped away the hope of spring. In the silence of the Afghan night, Under a sky devoid of light, The soldier’s heart, now gripped with fear, Mourned the dreams that disappeared. Reality, a harsh embrace, Left shadows on each weary face. The glory promised, turned to dust, As metal clashed and weapons rust. The villages he moved among, Sang requiems in foreign tongue. No songs of praise, no warm embrace, Just vacant stares in a ravaged place. Once filled with tales of valor great, Now haunted by a different fate. The soldier, in his solemn plight, Saw truth emerge in cold moonlight. Fear and sadness, deep and vast, Replaced the dreams that couldn’t last. The soldier’s soul, now bruised and torn, By disillusionment, deeply worn. As weeks turned into endless years, And blood was mixed with countless tears, The vision of a righteous cause, Was shattered by the war’s deep flaws. In letters home, he could not share, The depth of his despair laid bare. For how could words on paper tell, Of this descent into a living hell? The propaganda, once so clear, Now mocked his every hope and fear. The joy he’d felt, the spark of pride, Now ghosts that lingered, side by side. Beneath the weight of war’s cruel hand, In this desolate, foreign land, He found no solace, no respite, Only endless, aching night. And so he marched, with heavy heart, A pawn in war’s relentless art. His dreams of glory turned to grief, In Afghanistan’s unforgiving heat. No songs of heroes, tales of might, Could heal the wounds of that dark night. For in the shadows, cold and stark, Lay broken dreams and the lost spark. His eyes, once bright, now dulled with pain, Reflected back the endless rain Of sorrow, grief, and lost ideals, A testament to how war steals. The soul of those it draws to fight, With promises of pure delight. But leaves them with the bitter truth, Of broken dreams and wasted youth. In Afghanistan, where mountains stand, As silent witnesses to the land, The Soviet soldier’s tale remains, Of disillusionment and endless pains. For every dream that war can crush, A heart is left in mournful hush. The broken dream, the soldier’s cry, In Afghanistan’s silent sky.
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JuiceGlass
As promised, the "Broken Dream" video is still very much being worked on!
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