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Soldier

Passed my army training feeling like a real man Straight away they sent me to Afghan Sharing a tent on a folding bed Wish I was in a hotel room instead The suns too hot it’s burning my skin I often think am I doing the right thing In the battlefield trying to survive To say I’m not scared would be a lie Bullets flying over my head Got to keep my cool or I’ll end up dead The smell of death all around Whistling bullets and screams is the only sound Yesterday was a bad day for me My friend was killed and I got shrapnel in my knee Up to now I’ve lost three friends Will this war ever end? On my way home in the medical van Was tall and proud now a broken man

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Date: 11/16/2020 1:11:00 PM
The costs of war are devastating.The costs of freedom greater. Linda
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