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We gave our youth for a country that didn’t care. Bled among friends and lost our innocence in sand stained with blood of generations before us.

In the end, they’re dead, and yet here I remain. Burdened with life when they were robbed of it. The irony that they planned their lives, and I joined to die.

If there’s a god, their humor is dark and twisted.

Our fathers, their fathers, and their fathers before them fought wars. We fought for freedom where it wasn’t asked and wasn’t wanted.

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