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  • As I walk, I hold my head high.
    They tried to blow me into the sky,
    And they failed, at least partially.
    There is the clink of metal on stone.
    Clink-clink-clink.
    I walk never feeling the ground.
    I open the door to my apartment.
    There on the desk sits a memory.
    Friends and I before deployment.
    The pain strikes me now, bone deep.
    The hook breaks the glass.
    A bottle of beer, psst-pop!
    Drown the sorrows in the cheap stuff.
    The wine will be for only the good memories.
    They deserved nothing less.
    And in that room, a broken man mourns.
    He gave an arm and both legs to protect his family, his country. It wasn't
    enough to save his friends.
    His brothers and sisters in arms.
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