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Growing danger on the horizon advances
Horns of calling, strong ones fills in
Preparing the inevitable, moods changes
Choosing the fight of the unknown

Marching to the front, holding things to kill and defend
Remembering the loveones to protect
Steeling the determination to win against enemies
Filling hearts believing they can go back home alive

Painted ground and sky, cries of war died
Uneven footsteps walked back towards home
Cheers of joy, cries of sorrow meld in the wind
Buried the dead with respect and thankfulness

(Hopefully this is the last one my love...
Praying to the One above...)

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