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Elämä on yhtä sotaa ja olen kyllästynyt siihen ja moniin ihmisiin jotka ei aivoja omista ja elävät omahyväisinä ilman vastamäkiä. . .

Onneksi on heitä jotka ovat tehneet ja tekevät hyvää musaa <3


I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died
Clinging like kids to each other
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew colder
And I called for my mother and she never came
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame
The day not half over and ten thousand slain
And now there's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier