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Oct 2017
We were there when we went but no one remembers
We were there and we seen a war in September
I sat in my barracks with some of good friends
when head master called to his infantry men
as a ranger i flew i took to the skies
i'm lucky enough i made it alive
War is hell its all the same
a ranger born to die
The same
My poetic rhyme of the war and how it has affected me
John Yuri Yasmirakov
Written by
John Yuri Yasmirakov  122/M/Everywhere but nowhere
(122/M/Everywhere but nowhere)   
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   Ronell Warren Alman
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