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White and red is proudly hoisted Soldiers mount their horses Say a quick prayer before departing The battle turns to a slaughter quickly Horses against tanks Gunshots ring out as the rumble of tanks fills the air Horse whiny but the sound is muffled by the tanks The tanks crush everything Everything in their path White and red is torn in half Soldiers are pulled from their horses Say a quick prayer before the metal Touches to their temples The battle is not yet over