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Aug 2018
There was five of us.
we were seventeen or eighteen.
More than friends.
we were closer than wives
soldiers get that way.

we swapped letters to our
girls and mothers
back in the States.
In case...
......well just in case.

We went to sleep saying
I love you, man.
i love you, man, back at you.
There was about five of us.
We were more than friends
we were seventeen or eighteen.

The bullets rained hard
in the clearing that night.
guys fell all around me.
The tracer lights still visit
me in the dark.
even after all this time.
there was now only one of us
I was seventeen or eighteen.

Back in the states
In Columbus,
I passed a letter to his mother.
I lied and said
the blood on it was mine.
She wept as she read it.
And asked did he suffer.
I said
I don't remember Ma'am.
We were more than friends?
we were about seventeen or eighteen,
there was five of us.

In west Virginia
a beautiful young woman
opened the trailer door
she held a small baby boy.

I passed her the letter.
she wept as she read it.
I held his little son to my chest.
And whispered hi buddy
Your not dead after all.

Did he go quickly she said?
I whispered
i don't remember Miss
We were more than friends.
there was five of us
we were about seventeen or eighteen.
Sad reflections of war and loss
jude
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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