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A Soldier's Destiny

Nothing marks the day he left this world, no pomp, no glory, no flags unfurled. No marching parade to fill the streets, no tears to run down crimson-hued cheeks. No one to hold him, no one to care, just blood-stained dirt in a war somewhere. It is all that’s left to remind us of what he gave, so we could live free in his land of the brave.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/22/2023 1:28:00 AM

so sad, "No one to hold him, no one to care, just blood-stained dirt in a war somewhere." yet a great reminder that we owe many people for our freedoms.

Jerry Brotherton
Date: 8/22/2023 9:01:00 AM

Sad, indeed. We owe a debt of gratitude, not just to soldiers, but to anyone willing to stand up for the rights of all. Thank you, my friend.