“If I die in a war zone,
Box me up and send me home,
Put my medal in my chest,
Tell my mom I did my best,
Tell my dad not to bow,
He wont get attention from me now,
Tell my brother to study perfectly,
Key’s of my bike will be his permanently,
Tell my sister not to be upset,
Her brother will not rise after this sunset,
Tell my love not to cry,
because I AM A SOLDIER BORN TO DIE.“
Let’s pray for our soldiers who has lived the war, who has seen its brutality and who has been blown up and torn apart.
credit to the owner of the photo & poem
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All my respect to them. Being from the same fraternity as them I can only give a crisp salute which says it all
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This is bold.. I loved it… thanks for sharing!
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Thank you my dear. Have a nice day ahead 🙂
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You too..
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Nailed it!
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Thank you. Counting for your prayers 🙂
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