The Broken Soldier
The explosions began to sing
Booming were their voices
Terrified I was, but I must be a patriot for them
To keep this war off of homeland soil is a duanting task
The skin on my arm is peeled back
A fixture placed on my broken leg
I feel a curtain cover my face
I'm unsure if I am dead but I welcome it
It is better than being here
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