Unluckiness in War


Bullets flying overhead,
Screams of men in the air
Bleeding troops litter the field
War is nothing but unfair
One man, out of luck but fair and tall,
Taken too young, he was
Eighteen years of age was all
His college dreams were crushed
As to war his country made him rush
Sitting behind a rotting log,
Amidst the raging fight
His enemy had stepped around,
And one loud *bang* he heard
In full uniform, he couldn't see
But one beaming light
Towards it he walked, for days it seemed
But when he reached high Heaven,
To Saint Peter he did tell
"Just another soldier reporting, Sir,
I've served my time in Hell."

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