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The American Soldier (Sonnet) by x0lovelylarnx0

A soldier goes off to war He hopes he's coming back He sits and waits for more On his way out he carries a sack Hopes he never has to see a friend die He preys to God he won't have to fire He can't sleep or lie He listens to every command from his sire Thank god for all our troops They are giving up months of their life When they could be shooting hoops Instead they signed up for a fight He gets off his boat When he saw his family he found hope

Sasha 1-Aug-04/10:51 PM
Actually I'm a Russian with biracial parents, raised in a French-Russian speaking household and didn't learn english till around age 6 or 7 at which point I was living outside the US. I believe that makes me NOT A YANKEE by any stretch of the word.

The fact that I have a better grasp of the English language than you do when it is my third and your first language demonstrates the extent to which your subaverage, superarrogant, and hopelessly unpoetic intellect is not worth the brain-farts it generates.

Have a nice day.
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