The War and the Woods: No Time

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Monday, May 26, 2008

No Time

NO TIME I can still see his face as he lay dying I said he would live but I was lying There was no time with the enemy coming They could only take one and the engine was running If I had sent him instead of myself going He might be alive and seeing his kids growing I would have died that much is... Sign in to see full entry.

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