Feuer / Fire Gekämpft / Fought Öl / Oil
I fought for peace in the fifties.
Either a war has to be fought, or it doesn't.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
To have died once is enough.
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
It's tough to reenter the work force.
We are free to yield to truth.
Well, I can't figure out God.
My wife thought I was Vincent Schiavelli, and we married.
