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Date Posted:13:53:30 01/17/03 Fri Author Host/IP: dialup-18.104.22.168.Dial1.SanFrancisco1.Level3.net/22.214.171.124
Having walked in valleys of death,
Where battlefields once were meadows.
Blood, drowning lungs it once fed;
Where bullets tore hearts instead of breaking them.
Oh the power that emotion does yield;
Still, lost feelings do not compare to wars,
Where tenderness was never born.
Only cold steel that protected then flew to kill.
Termination has knocked on my door,
Yet I was lucky enough not to answer.
Not so for buddies closer than brothers,
They loved me briefly then died in my arms.
How else can I repay them except to be brave?
It's the best thing they all taught me to be.
A lesson I'm so glad to have learned;
I do fear nothing, except for this loneliness.