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Defunct Soldier

Defunct Soldier When I met him he was an homeless old soldier, one who has fought every war in the last hundred years, cannon, fodder for big business and those who say that our society needs to be saved from migrants. The last war he fought was in Fallujah this time he was an American soldier who believed in the righteousness of his mission, only to find when he came home and demobbed, he was alone in a world that took no interest in his war of freedom. Undeterred he went to Afghanistan and fought there, another war that had no meaning other than keeping licensed warriors in employment. The common soldier is forty and never rose above the rank of sergeant, old soldiers are not officer material, they just go on fighting were they are sent, and sadly since the world War Two there has not been a honest war, but that is not the concern of the nameless soldier who every year in Paris, we put flowers on his grave.

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Date: 2/6/2014 8:40:00 AM
The Crusades comes to mind.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 2/7/2014 8:26:00 AM
well, yes maybe

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