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A dark Saturday night

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A dark Saturday night
crickets churp,
snakes rattle,
As I strap on my gear
and light a smoke,
I hear a cry.
Dashing threw trees and branches.
I come to a stop,
checking for a pulse
i discovered my sargent dead
Time for action.
This is why I came to the Army.





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