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We think a soldier knows no fear. How wrong we are it's fear that keeps him alive. A trained killing machine he is but made of flesh and blood. It's the training and comradeship that keeps his spirit high. The words cover me works like a spell he forgets he is mortal. From an ordinary being he becomes a super hero his heart and mind knows only one thing protect the life of his comrade who has stepped into the dark trusting him. Bullets can pierce him pain can make him fall yet his arm and eyes are steady his gun trained eyes scanning for any danger that might befall his friend.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
Soldier
We think a soldier knows no fear. How wrong we are it's fear that keeps him alive. A trained killing machine he is but made of flesh and blood. It's the training and comradeship that keeps his spirit high. The words cover me works like a spell he forgets he is mortal. From an ordinary being he becomes a super hero his heart and mind knows only one thing protect the life of his comrade who has stepped into the dark trusting him. Bullets can pierce him pain can make him fall yet his arm and eyes are steady his gun trained eyes scanning for any danger that might befall his friend.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
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