Topic: From a soldier in Afghanistan | |
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Desert waste and powdered dust.
Though I despise this place, I must. Fruitless work with training lost. So tell me what my freedom cost. Sleep is fleeting, lack of rest. Should I die, I've done my best. Body burned, the soul set free. To cast my ashes out to sea. |
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Desert waste and powdered dust. Though I despise this place, I must. Fruitless work with training lost. So tell me what my freedom cost. Sleep is fleeting, lack of rest. Should I die, I've done my best. Body burned, the soul set free. To cast my ashes out to sea. All my Love and Support from a Marine Mom with a son In Afghan as I write. Hugs and kisses and Honor to you Soldier. |
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