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Friday, March 3, 2017

THE SOLDIER

He sits on the stone wall day after days, many do not even know him, they just come there to him to gaze. He had been overseas many years ago, to a foreign land he did not know. He was not given a choice to go or stay, he was drafted by a letter and sent so far away. A handsome young man was he,... Sign in to see full entry.

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