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Jan 2015
He dashed across the beach,
The battery of guns barking like feral dogs.
Trudging through the red sand,
He looked left and right
As brothers fell one by one.
He woke up with a scream.
Never shall he forget 1944.
Febrian
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Febrian  murrica
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