Freedom Is Not Free
Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
Directing their tracer fire across the sector,
Over the bloody scene carnage is a spectre,
Many have perished because freedom is not free!
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