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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1847933
The story of the newest recruit, ready to tread on the land of old soot
The recruit was I
Sworn to fight and die
And always live by our nation
With ever-growing determination

Every day was a pain
‘Cause all we did was train
Even if one should falter
And end up on a sad alter

They could never care
Because life was never fair
Always tormenting us every hour
But in the end… they have the power

Dylan, my greatest friend
Came to his bitter end
To a ceremony of death, be no
For his rank was all so low

To not know father nor mother
Brother, sister or any other
Pulled the tides from my eyes
Never knowing the meaning of goodbyes

But this is how I was since the start
To be fierce… as one without a heart
Are but the prologue to stories tell
To begin my days in darkened hell
As I was first sent on that convoy
When I was an 8 year old boy
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