War

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By stacy christiansen

gun in hand ready to fight this is gonna be a perilious flight marching all day awake all night this war is not a pretty sight sand in your boots sun in your face looking left to right this is not a pretty place knowing your gonna die hoping you might live and your life is what you wnat to give loving your country and everything in it keep your friends close and your enimies closer

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