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All alone and insecure, finding a place with,
Those who are there.
Trapped in a strange country's land, guess what,
It is your enemy's own homeland.
Using every skill you possibly can, because,
The life of yourself and friends is in your hands.
It's time to judge if you can, if the foe in your sights,
Lives or dies by your hands.
Young hearts away from home,
Taken up to die alone,
One old soul within a few,
Enclosed in dark away from view,
Bloodshot eyes with tears now dry,
Seeking help as their vision dies,
Terror and fright to them no game,
Since the first day of bloodshed,
Since the first day they came,
Gunfire burst from everywhere,
You tried to hide, but someone knew, knew you were there
You had been in too much pain and could not move,
Then it was over and you are through,
Crimson red shows on your chest,
It is a mark and also your new crest,
The silent cries of echoes past, voices sounding out of flasks,
Stand with pride and honor true,
For those who died and stood with you.
IT IS THE FINAL RESTING PLACE IN WHICH THIS SOLDIER DIED.