Eyes of children, Without the perception of blame, have turned my regret and guilt into a prison of grief. Eyes of friends, Remind me that there is a terrible price, paid in blood, When standing in the gap for the sake of comrades. Eyes of offspring, Loving and dependent, are denying me the undeniable peace of death. Eyes of veterans, Patiently and persistently, Prodding me towards the truth of having survived. All material contained on this web site is copyright protected.
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