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Sep 2014
All I know is War;
carnage, betrayal, unkempt pride,
sanguine sin, and sadistic scores.
All my life, strife has set my stride

Still plucking arrows from my back;
can't comprehend the courtesy lacked.
Marching through mires and minefields
to see what the horizon might yield.

No Mercy, no reprieve, no love.
There are no atheists in the foxhole,
but there's no angels up above,
and there's no salvation for the soul.

Like a Good Soldier, I'll fight on,
but I just don't feel like I belong.
All this carnage, spite and strife
is not a way for a man to strive.

All I know is War--
Names may change but it's all the same,
and I just feel like I've been here before.
But I'll keep fighting and I'm not ashamed
Frank Ruland
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Frank Ruland  25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia
(25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia)   
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