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By: Candy Brown~
a soldier

In the early hours before the dawn,
when night still claims the land.
A soldier rises and prepares,
to march across the sand.

He gathers up his boots,
his helmet and his gun.
And places in his pocket,
a picture of his son.

Then silently he says a prayer,
that God will see him through.
And that he’ll be forgiven,
for whatever he must do.

Then with his fellow soldiers,
side by side, and gun in hand.
Await the final order,
to march across the sand.

By Candis J Brown