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Some day someone will tell my story. How I went off to war, Not yet a Man. AMERICIA's freedom is so precious to me. And I fight for it hard as I can. Fighting from foxholes on land or by sea. To win for my country is The only real goal. When you grow up in the land of the brave and the Free. Freedom is a part of your soul. My gun lies in the house. Unfired. And medals upon the shelf. Proud to be a vet. Who fought for his beloved Country. And wouldn't be nobody else
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
THE VET BY VICTOR TRIPP
Some day someone will tell my story. How I went off to war, Not yet a Man. AMERICIA's freedom is so precious to me. And I fight for it hard as I can. Fighting from foxholes on land or by sea. To win for my country is The only real goal. When you grow up in the land of the brave and the Free. Freedom is a part of your soul. My gun lies in the house. Unfired. And medals upon the shelf. Proud to be a vet. Who fought for his beloved Country. And wouldn't be nobody else
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
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