Soldier boy, gun in hand,
In a war, they killed your friend.
There is no choice of what to do,
It's a war, they're after you.
One must die, you or them.
But it's a war, there are no sins.
Now you're eye to eye,
You have to decide.
Are you fighting for good or bad?
It's a war, right or wrong, it's sad.
Fear creeps in, you both take aim.
One shot is fired, but both feel pain.
-dp-
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