Brave strong and willing to die,
When Uncle Sam asked, he said "Aye",
He deployed to Iraq in late July,
When the sun shone off the fields of rye,
And as he waved his last goodbye,
He swore to defend hand held high,
But a mortar shell broke a vessel in his thigh,
And he honorably, naïvely died for a lie.

The End

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