Oh, we strutted our stuff
We didn't let anyone see the fear inside
Not even ourselves
We were too tough for that
But, we still wrote our moms
And secretly wished that they were with us
Just in case we needed them
To come and pick us up
And then that dreaded day came
The one I tried not to think about
The one I never thought would happen to me
The day when hot pieces of shrapnel cut me up
That day, as the blood ran out and my body grew cold
And the light began to fade
The panic washed over me
And I had only one real desire
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