I pick up my weapon and bandage up my wounds. Scars on my arms will heal. It was another tough day. People evacuating, people ending their lives to fight for freedom. Come, my friend! Raise your weapons to the heavens and fight for what is right! Let us overcome death! It will not be a hinderance. All fears aside!
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A Soldier's Battle Cry
A Simple little poem or short story. I do not plan on people commenting on this, but if so please be kind. I am new to this. Thank you so much and have a lovely time.
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