The Soldier

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Frank Henderson in Phu Bai Vietnam

The Soldier

I am wet and cold, but I forge ahead.
I am tired and hungry, but I am not dead.
I am nervous and scared, but I fight for you.
I am lonely and miss home, but this I must do.
I am a soldier among many in a foreign land.
I am a child of God and He holds my hand.

       By Lou 11/11/2020

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