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| Soldier's Hell by � tallpanther2000 The thundering roar, deafening to those who charge before. Lies flat the village now, the one who stood here, once so large and proud. Converging on an older plain the times of joy the times of pain. Letters home, yet to mail. Some succeed but some will fail. Smoke ? Or is it fog ? In my tired mind I often find, The difference to me is hard to tell. I could be here or there at home, it looks the same but smells forlorn. Will it end here? Will I ever see there again? I do not know and can not tell. That's all just part of Soldiers Hell. Jim Windwalker Copyright 1989 |
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