There he stood,
On the battlefield of suffering,
Bullets spraying everywhere,
Bombs exploding all around,
He surveyed the scene,
Panic induced violence,
Bloody carnage,
Mindless screaming,
Followed by the eternal silence...
The enemy's closing in,
Everyone's running everywhere,
Nothing makes sense now,
Until the moment of clarity,
When he picked up his rifle,
And, in the name of his country,
He charged at the enemy,
While his comrades looked on ...
From the safety of the bunkers...
Alone he died in no-man's land...
Together his comrades died in hiding...
And everything became clear again...
Their deaths were in vain...
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