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By Jessica H., Salem, MA
My fallen soldier never fell where he belonged
In those battlefields of the bodies and blood of his friends
No, he didn't fall then
He came home to his protected battlefield
Where he fought love in all directions
Where he died old with children and grandchildren
My fallen soldier never fell where he belonged
But his flag lay folded in a triangle
Collecting dust in the bottom drawer of his old bureau
Pictures still swim around haunting those who don't accept
The pictures I want to steal of him with me smiling
Thinking of it makes me close the drawer where the flag lays
Because my fallen soldier never fell where he belonged
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
Kristin J.I thought it was very good. I could visualize the whole thing. Great jod!
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