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Hearing the news, I stopped cold,
barely dared to breathe in your absence
They shipped you off to be with your brothers,
just eighteen,
in the unknown land of Kandahar
where you would learn to fight
He wakes up ready to fight
I wake up alone with my heart all tight
His boots walk above piles of sand
My feet hit plush carpet colored tanned
Each day we send letters hoping everything will be alright
