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They will not return To hug their Moms Dads Wives Husbands Children They Stand to Greet the single file procession She hugs, shakes each hand of those present for the solemn parade that streams past. the void made by the impact of this mortar Round of War has not yet been realized. In all the pomp twenty one rounds Sal-lute p a T s This Soldier is laid to rest. War is hell RiP ty 4 ur Sacrifice
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
Flak Jackets of Mourning
They will not return To hug their Moms Dads Wives Husbands Children They Stand to Greet the single file procession She hugs, shakes each hand of those present for the solemn parade that streams past. the void made by the impact of this mortar Round of War has not yet been realized. In all the pomp twenty one rounds Sal-lute p a T s This Soldier is laid to rest. War is hell RiP ty 4 ur Sacrifice
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
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