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Jan 2015
So close.
I see them.
Targets in sight.
Me and the squad gears up,
ready for the fight.

Behind them, the hold my friends,
their is no turning back, no calling quits,
and for them. No way to make amends.

Rest now, my fellow angels,
for we've only made half the journey to this day,
don your armor, pass the ammo 'round,
for as angels are we, there will be hell to pay,
for my friends we shall save with a joyous sound.

Give me, my brothers and sisters in arms strength
in this coming battle, for our own little war,
may you, my Lord & savior, grant us victory & life
even at death's door.

Mud and Blood, shall dress us well,
as we stand ready, at the gates
to give them
Hell.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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