Soldier Still See the reverent hands unfold the cloth,medals laid with old memories to rest,blanketed in a white shroud,serving to muffle the scraping sounds,like April's soil absorbed the impact of screeching mortars.
Soldier Still
Guard
Guard. As the rain it fell,they stood in silent sentinel,youth whose life barely fills a page,for those, alas, who will never age,most gave their life on foreign soil,where the cedar bleeds or in Katangian dust.
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