| My Soldiers Near and Far | ||||
| The war rages on as it has for years The death toll is countless; the injuried is twice that The army wears thin; the time: short The battalion's morale is scarce; their sanity even worse The beaches rushed; death is nigh Not a soul survived; not a mind untouched The soldiers press on; disease stricken The soldiers are men; the opposition is reality |
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