I look around and see my home disappear. My time at home now feels too short. Only youth, barely a man when duty called me. If hag get to see my home again I know not among their relatives from my village, so I pulled into battle and the world was on fire. Went into battle for Sweden, was baptized in blood, car out there waiting death, not heroism. In fields where kinsmen fall, will not hear a song, challenge our fate, yet again for the war it can destroy a man. I give my life for my country. But who misses me? To see me as, a husband, a friend. Father and son never comes home. But who mourn me?
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 07:58:28 +0000
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