They walked in the shadows
Of the smoke and booming sounds.
Their journey just beginning,
As God was leading them home.
No more anguish or blood shed,
For they had given their all.
Many tears would be shed
For these soldiers killed in war.
Who can know the fear of battle
Any more than a soldier in war.
You don't become immune to it,
Not when you see your buddy dead.
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Jane