Men cry not for themselves,
instead selfless tears are shed
for comrades, brothers in arms,
that day would come to end.
So then very shy, in drones,
the endless suffering wander home,
that lads would stand watch
in the snow, become Men
and Comrades, Brothers In Arms,
but their lives to are
destined away,
that Day would repeat,
never to end.
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