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May 2015
I fight and die for my country
While the world sits idly by
It's not for fame or money
It's a fight to stay alive

I watch my comrades fall
Riddled with bullet holes
They're the ones who gave all
They paid their debt in full

We give our blood for freedom
Our lives and bodies too
We pray for help to come
And pray that we pull through

I'll fight until I pass
Until I'm finally dead
Until I breathe my last
With a bullet in my head
Josiah Wilson
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Josiah Wilson  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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