July 20, 2009
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I'm scared as I wait on these benches as planes bomb and fly,

I sit on these terrible benches as the men begin to cry,

I pull my dusty helmet low around my tear streaked eyes,

This scene I never want to see I'm trying to disguise,

The floor begins to rumble as we run from our last barge,

The only word that we can hear above the war is "charge."

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