The Soldier

by Amy   Jul 13, 2005


He was tired and cold,
had a rifle at hold.
Only 1 hour sleep,
been on duty all week.
His eyesight was blurred,
people comming he heard,
tried to stand and fight,
give it all that he might.
he collapsed on the floor
he couldn't give anymore.
One last bullet to the head,
Another good soldier dead

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