Lying in the field of battle,
Bleeding and alone,
Thinking of loved ones far afield,
Feeling the heat of blood as it trickles out of his body,
Feeling the pain of hot lead in his body,
Feeling deaths cold embrace lifting him up into blackness,
Hearing his loved ones cry,
Seeing his life fade,
This is a soldiers death.
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