Tat 2man

Rookie (11-08-76 / Pensacola Florida)

War

With the crash of guns death calls to me.
And my final battle has begun.
And we march steadily on.

Shots ring out and blood splatters and men fall.
In front of me someones head splits like a melon and he falls.
And we march steadily on.

I can see the geysers of dirt explode as the rounds from cannons land ahead of us.

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