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The fighting is intense,
bullets fling everywhere.
But with god at my side,
I am not scared

Its either him or me,
one has to die.
I will not go down,
I will damn well try.

He is the same as I,
both fighting for our country.
Both doing the best,
for our own family.

Hot lead passes through my body.
I fall to my knees.
I can hear my kids yelling,
“daddy come home, please, oh please”

I can see the blood
running down my vest.
I hope my family knows I died,
doing my best.

My enemy is coming close,
to take one last shot.
I pull all my strength,
all I got.

I pull up my sidearm,
and shoot him in the head.
Now not only one of us,
but both will be dead.

I am sitting there,
counting down my life.
Putting a picture in my head,
of my beautiful wife.

I fall to the ground,
hard as a stone.
He did not take my life,
I took my own.

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