I have a strong friendship with a lot of my friends, old ones, new ones, gone ones.
This poem expresses it.

13 years in hell,

None in heaven,

We picked up our weapons,

We picked up each other, 

We are comrades,

We are brothers,

No one trips,

No one falls.

13 years of fighting,

None of peace,

Our home is the battlefield,

Our home is eachother,

We are comrades,n

We are brothers,

No one trips,

No one falls.

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