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February 1, 2015
He spent all of his childhood
dreaming of becoming a soldier:
His folks hoping for a change of mind
as he grew older!
His mother tried to guide him
towards other occupations,
that she thought best suited
to his artistic creations.
However, his mind never shifted
from his ultimate plan,
and on his eighteenth birthday
he joined up, and became a man.
He was soon on his travels,
his training complete;
The dream of a lifetime,
where he could compete.
He fought on the front line;
no fear did he feel,
but his very first supper,
proved to be his last meal.
A dream of a lifetime,
finally obtained,
but the outcome bewildering,
and never explained.
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