My time has come st peter my friend
The war for me is coming to end
I smell the smoke from guns shooting
To hear my boys yelling and hooting
Gives me strength lieing within
the air around my base is running thin
Im breathing heavy for i dont know why
This cant be my time to pass on by
tears fill up as i start to think
the canteen can fill one more drink
it goes down fast but slides like honey
my skin is draining and its not funny
is it my time to go? or should i fight
ive stayed for many days and nights
but no...today is not another war day
.........ITS my day...................
My day of honor!...

 
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