Every day I go to the battle field terrified
And if I survive I count myself lucky
Every day I see thousands of dead bodies
And I always fear that I might be the next
One day I shot an enemy in the chest
I was shocked and could not believe it
I ran over to him immediately
He was bleeding profusely
The dying enemy was young
Less than 20 years of age
Yet he sacrificed his life for his country
Dying as a brave soldier on the battlefield
He lay still on the floor
Breathing his last breaths
He said his last words "Dad, Mom"
And he stopped breathing forever
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