Through a hail of bullets and guns blazing,
Ran a young man, oh the sight was amazing,
Helping his downed comrade back to feet his feet,
And flighted him half way down the bombarded street,
To a house where a brave sniper was stationed,
That rained down precise shots of annihilation,
Alas, the battle was over and the death count at zero,
The general rose to call the young man his hero.
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