Each day of war gave me great fear.
Not the days when shots rang near.
Not the darkness when the
enemy you could hear.
The thought of dyeing in
battle, this i did not fear.
Not so that i may live.
The thought of having to kill my
enemy was a great fear.
When a close companion had fallen
it gave me my greatest fear.
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