The Fallen
The Fallen
By: Tom Wright
1-28-2008
Oh, who am I that a man would die
On some foreign field therein to lie;
From sense of duty the fallen went
Their crimson flow of life was spent.
Some say that only our poorest go
Those without jobs running to and fro;
While only our country’s best is sought
Its through this act freedom is bought.
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