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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