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The Quiet Soldier
The Quiet Soldier
Why am I fighting these foes of mine?
(I know it's a soldier's fate)
to shoot my gun and die – yes, me as well as him,
when I see the blood on his cape
and his dead eyes shine;
by then it's too late for me and him alike -
but to the battle I return
with rifle and defiance primed
and hoards of bravado to turn and strike
when the muzzle-blasts out...
Monday 13th November 2017 5:09 am
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