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War

By Charles

I remember the sky being black.

I remember crying of soldiers.

I remember sounds of gunfire.

I remember a hurrah from a soldier.

I remember dead bodies laying on the floor.

I remember my friend dying.

I remember fixing our guns.

I remember the smell of gas.

I’m a real soldier.