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:: Saturday, April 10, 2004 ::
The Death of a Soldier
I saw it coming from over the hill
and I knew that it was coming for me
I said my prayers and ducked my head
and scooted behind a tree.
But still it came and called my name
It said that I was the one
and when it hit I spun around
and dropped my helmet and gun.
I sank to the ground and started to grab
my neck to stop the bleeding
but still I bled and bled and bled
and started to lose all feeling
As I close my eyes a final time
Please do not mourn for me
For now I see another soldier
waiting for death behind that very tree
:: DM1 4/10/2004 09:38:00 AM [+] ::
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