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“In Memory of Seven Soldiers”
By Dennis W. Lid They died today, Those seven men, Proud soldiers But they died. Their mission was A risky one That all knew Must be done. Headlong they flew Into the void That fate Prepared for them. Yet had they time To think of it, The same they Would have done. A soldier whose A good one Asks not The reason why. He does his job No matter what, Well knowing He may die. A soldier is A mortal man, And mortals All must die. It’s cause for wonder That they knew, Yet looked death In the eye. But these were soldiers Every one, And that’s The reason why. # # #
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