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A soldiers tale

So young and naive, the young soldier goes out for the first time in battle. He'll never forget 
the horrific scene, seeing his comrades slain like cattle. He'll never forget the cries of pain he 
heard on the battlefield that night. There was nothing he could do to save them, he lied there 
consumed with guilt and fright.

 As the sun came up he looked all around at all the mayhem that happened during the night, 
he fell to his knees and said god help me please help me through just one more night. Night 
came and went and god had spared him his life. Broken and bruised he heard the beautiful 
sound of choppers he was going home to his wife.

Now an old man he can still hear the cries of his comrades so many years ago, a tear runs 
down his face because he knows in his heart that he was and always will be a hero.

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