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Mar 2018
Dear Mother

I shot another man today.
With a bullet a sent him on his way.
I went numb a thousand men ago.
Their faces haunt me when I try to sleep.
soldier that’s my occupation
A soldier Boy sending boys like me to their graves.
Lord have Mercy on the soul of this soldier boy.
Written by
Karl Tomkins  29/M/Auckland, New Zealand
(29/M/Auckland, New Zealand)   
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