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The Soldiers Lot

The Soldier's Lot. It is well to dream of glorious war, in an armchair by the fire. of daring deeds and heroism, and acts which will inspire. The armchair soldier dreams of fame, of medals shining bright, of ceremonial marching, in lines with dressing tight. With bands and stirring music. colours flying from their poles, He lives it all in longing, wishing he could reach those goals. But behind the pomp and ceremony, behind the glittering display, the real world of the fighting man is hidden on this day. Crawling through mud in trenches, bullets flying all around, avoiding mortars, mines and IED's, while he strives to gain some ground. Risking maiming, injury, life and limb, He takes it in his stride, and the ceremonial glamour of just one day, is the icing on a cake of pride.

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