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You want to know The soul of a warrior?: We deal with eternity. Not bullets or bombs, Not thinking or qualms, We deal life or death: him or me. Long time ago When I chose to go, We were hated, spit on, and scorned. Now it’s “Thanks for your service.” From sympathy folks, Who at the time Weren’t even born. No one has dared Or honestly cared To shudder and utter and claim: “Thank you for doing what I voted for, The killing of men in my name.” This is the truth of our task You should know, The essential war spirit of men: We did what was done, For the all and the one, For the hope none Will do it again.
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Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 10:23 AM UTC
The Soul Of A Warrior
You want to know The soul of a warrior?: We deal with eternity. Not bullets or bombs, Not thinking or qualms, We deal life or death: him or me. Long time ago When I chose to go, We were hated, spit on, and scorned. Now it’s “Thanks for your service.” From sympathy folks, Who at the time Weren’t even born. No one has dared Or honestly cared To shudder and utter and claim: “Thank you for doing what I voted for, The killing of men in my name.” This is the truth of our task You should know, The essential war spirit of men: We did what was done, For the all and the one, For the hope none Will do it again.
September 14, 2011 O’Fallon, Missouri
jay-harden
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Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 10:23 AM UTC
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