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| A Soldiers Final Prayer
He sat alone in the pouring rain so that no one could see his tears, so slowly dying on the inside now consumed by all his fears. He clung on to his helmet holding it tight against his chest, with his eyes looking up to heaven he cried out, "Lord, I did my best." The guns had long since silenced yet they still echoed in his head, though most never understood him or really much of what he said. They said he'd been a soldier in a war so many years ago, and thought it made no sense now that he could just never let it go. He sat alone with his heart aching with a glossy far off stare, wondering if what he did had mattered and if someone perhaps still cared. As Memorial Day lay before him and tributes would flow like wine, no one would hear his final prayer as he slowly went out of his mind. He would be buried like the others in a soldiers grave in the ground, and the last few words he'd ever speak would be spoken when no one was around. Now somewhere up in heaven he's looking down from a sky of blue as he hears the words he longed to hear in a final tribute from me and you. |
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