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Farewell To the Youngest Soldier

He was more invaluable to his country than his own precious life, how could a glorious and promising youth with a gorgeous face with a voice not made to chant, and with golden curly hair be sent to war when his slender and feeble body wasn't ready for battle, for the horrors, he had never seen, or even imagined in awful dreams... would the splashing blood cover his cheeks, would the merciless and hateful faces of the enemy make him run? A camouflage uniform makes a soldier stand out and get admiration for his vocation, and those looks mean a lot to him as they meant to the youngest soldier ever being drafted to fight in a war; would his grit and dedication diminish when confronting fear? Would he mistake a thunder from a cannon blast, and retreat to his tent and shake, or remain on the battlefield and persist? What does a soldier think when engaged in warfare or training? No need to ask about his mindset: he's willing to defend his honor and valor, and furthermore his oath made on the sad day of parting when he stopped being a teen and became a full-grown man... having motivation and worth, showing emotions so keen!

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