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The Soldiers Way Home
Tears fall down her face, as she stands in the croud. Watching as the coffin, is lowered in the ground. The flag covers the lid, flowers are thrown on top, tears soak the soil, as the dirt is put in place. He made it home okay, they said that he was fine, that the bullet had barley, barley missed his spine. But oh they were wrong, little did they know, that there were two, and one in fact, had found it's way home. Lodged deep, deep within the bone, he was fine aat first, but soon, the pain began to show. At first he lost the feeling, in both of his legs, and when he went, to get it fixed, his chances were slim. "I'm sorry to tell you son, there is no fixing this. The bullet is in there deep, and is not coming out." He looked on bravely, like to soldier that he was, and told the doctor then and there, "Do what needs to be done" He knew that it was risky, and the survival rate was likely none. But he also knew, that he was as good as dead, if he gave up now, after how far he'd come. Now his mother cried, standing over his grave, she took a breath, looked up at the sky and smiled, and said, "My son, a brave man and soldier. I'm glad that you were brave, and have found your way home."
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