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May 2014
I walk through the valley ofΒ Β death.
Not knowing which way it will be.
I carry only my rifle to protect me.
Knowing death my come from  him.
I live to server those that i protect.
Like so many have before me.
I love my job and my country.
I'm an American soldier.
So I walk through the valley of death only for you.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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