Jonathan Caswell
May 25
Reblogged from johncoyote:
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Brotherhood of Soldiers. We fight for freedom. To defend our land from a enemy attacking the USA.
My brother had died.
Old age led me to hard decisions.To laugh or cry?To run or fight?To kill or let live?
I'm led by my heart. I'm tire of war.War is costly for the country in taxes and the lives of young men and woman.
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