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May 2014
I've got a purple heart,
I've fought no battles but my own.
I heard the bombs go off
In the uncomfort of my own home.
And when the war was over,
I'd be standing all alone,
Mother in emotional infermory,
Father on the phone.
He'd try and tell me its alright
When it was never okay
Said son, salute yourself
On veterans day.
Brody Thompson
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Brody Thompson  22/M/Canada
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