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"The American Soldier"
The day I went to war I remember Dads words - "Son! - Never run away or turn your back in fear. Honour your rights to defend our land for liberty as planned by our constitution. Stand firm in support of your Sergeant Major who struts upon the hill with words of command - Dig in deep do not stray for fear of dying here. Set the cannons high and fire to conquer." Now too late to hope I see a flame falling dancing from the sky exploding around me, my friends dying in a row not knowing where to go to find a place of peace buried away in heaven. Sergeant Mayor standing proud stumbling still upon the hill tries to wave a salute but fails for me to know - Fire at will. I see the hill is torn for the wind to mourn as I lie bleeding in a prayer where will they bury me? In memory of all the troops who never turned their backs but went to fight this war to save families back home.
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