“Once more under the bridge”
My tired mind speaks what my body cannot.
Check my rations, check my equipment, check my ammo, check my pulse.
I don my helmet and feel at home in it’s shadow.
I ready my tired mind and set out across the barren earth.
Let me travel once more under this bridge.
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