Page 1, A soldiers poem before he died in combat

The ship rocks from side to side 
My fellow soldiers at my side
The man on my right holds a picture of his daughter 
The man on left is singing a sweet lolaby
The runs ashore we run out into hell it's self 
I only guns being fired as I run across the white sand
Blood stains that presous that we fought apon 
My work for my country is already done 
My life has finally come to an end as lay down beside my brothers
But as I lay on this bloody sand to my dismay
My dieing body will soon be to turned to dry ash

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