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What does the common man have in common

With the lesser man?

Is it letting go of the pain

And the memory of killing?

Or is it the rugged distaste of war,

A war of fruition.

A true soldier knows

The ills of war,

A mandate

That will never be approved

In God’s eyes.

The sad memory

Of death and war

Is embedded in the mind,

Soul and heart of the soldier forevermore.

And the sad facts remain the same,

How can you forgive yourself

For taking another’s life?