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| We weep today for those whose names are carved on this wall, For those whose bodies tumble in distant waters, For those who've never returnd from the dust of another country. We weep too for these old soldiers, standing here to the boom of the guns, and the haunted brass of bitter bugles. They empty their tears for themselves, For the lies they believed, For the boys they once were, Before they learned to kill. -Bill Bauer- |