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this is a poem about the soldier... |
| rough draft
he's tall and broad, the movie heroe he's short and stout, your "average" guy he's the one who'll leave behind his family, all for the sake of duty, knowing that by the time he gets back, his unborn child might be talking... she's the nurse who sits by as people die...and eases their passing a bit... she's the one who dressed up as a man..so she could fight as well... she's the next joan of arc, off to war to save that which she loves... the average soldier doesn't look like anyone the average soldier looks like everyone the average soldier isnt a man, or a woman the average soldier is both the average soldier was drafted the average soldier signed up, because he dreamt of it when he was a kid the average soldier is you...and me... ok i dont even know if this makes any sense...somebody rate it and tell me ok? |