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A Soldiers Remorse

The
blood stains his hands
His buddy's last breath in the sands
Laying
beside him his girl's name he cried
A gurgle a sigh his buddy
died
The bullets flew from the hut ahead
He moved fast if he
stopped he'd be dead
His mind raced were there two or three
With
revenge in his eyes no way he would flee...
BOOM the door crashed
down
He entered the room wearing death like a crown
His rifle
was keen and his aim was true
Nothing could stop him he cut down
the two
A noise from behind the flash of a knife
The third
tried to steal his life
He moved away just in time
With just
one cut the size of a dime
He caught the sleeve of the enemy's
hand
He thought it was his final stand
He took him down with a
twist and a turn
The enemy's knife for his hand did yearn
The
knife was strong its blade was fine
He thought to himself this
weapon is mine
The knife from his enemy's grip did part
He took it and plunged it deep in the man's heart
He remembers the day
that his good buddy died
He remembers so well cause he laid there and cried