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By Alexander Thymmons July 4th, 2007 (then, a rifle platoon leader in the First Stryker Brigade, Second “Arrowhead” Infantry Division) On Patrol during the Surge
With tattered wings And tarnished halo She sits crossed legged Atop of a rocky ledge She drops her head into her hands She weeps Weeps for the heartache Weeps for the pain
God to what limit it's too excessive for your love to forgive. Dead Man Walking, running to live. Trying to install the discipline to forgive. His all he's given, Something's Gotta Give.