Farewell
Don't remember seeing you before
The morning you were carried out the RG-33 door
We were in the late morning heat
Your friends wore your blood from their waists to their feet
...What a beautiful color...
When I went for mail, down a poorly lit hall
There was your face on a plaque hung on the wall
Over a description of who you used to be
You were awarded a bronze star you'll never see
I'll never forget you
Though I never met you
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