The proud of medals over the chest
Though as evening tattoos ring
Usual fixed time for romance
Even unknown foe and single chance
Hard decision without heart
March on the wheat field
A gun as a best friend
Shoe shine brighter than sun rays
Some different kind of life and regular ways
Country flag over arms
Rain and fog thankful harm
Play game of life and dead
Blood on bones and very dry eyes
I am confident that
I am the soldier of my nation
ASHISH 19 December 07 1:08 am
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