We go marching down the road, two by two.
One gets shot and we don't cry till we are safe in our bunks.
My friends and I have another long day ahead of us.
We go marching down the road, two by two again.
Luckily none of us are shot today.
No tears on our pillows today.
My friends and I rest and think of the day that will come again.
Just another group of American soldiers.
My friends and I.
A contest entry
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300 points, ended June 12, 2007, 20 entries
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This is really sad; like there is no other purpose other that wait for your time.It obviously very readily makes its strong point!!Well written.
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very sad
this was a very very good poem! i enjoyed it.... its just the sad truth... well, very nice.
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thanks.
thank you for the commit. This was based on a dream for next summer I will be joining the soldiers even if it is just for my basic training.
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