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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562082" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lonely Soldier And An Enemy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soldier cleaned his gun in anticipation<br>for the battle he would be fighting. His mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was focused on his job. His heart was centred<br>on his illusions. Lonely soldier in a uniform</div><div style="margin:10px 0">without a mind of his own. His officers<br>received their orders from somewhere else, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from men and women who were fighting a<br>war of greed. Death was nothing more then</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a statistic which would be tabulated and<br>toned down for the media. Not good to let</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the world know the actual cost of human<br>life in the adventure. A tear fell from his</div><div style="margin:10px 0">eyes at the thought of how many men he<br>had killed. He remembered sitting in his kitchen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">talking to his wife and making plans for<br>the future. That was until somebody</div><div style="margin:10px 0">somewhere far away had determined<br>the future was not his to plan. So he worked</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at his task in mind of constant wonder at<br>the waste he was trained to create. His</div><div style="margin:10px 0">entire purpose in life was to kill and so he<br>killed as best he could. The faces of the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">enemy reminded him of himself. Other men<br>who had sat at home with their wives talking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">about their futures together. Such a waste of<br>young ambition by the old men and women who</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sat comfortable in the governments of life.<br>Lonely soldier surrounded by his comrades</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all of whom equally trained to hate and kill.<br>Ah, but the bands would play and the magic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of hero dust would fall upon the shoulders<br>of the men at arms. How brave they would</div><div style="margin:10px 0">be in the battle with their blood splattered<br>all over their clean uniforms. The solider knew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he fought for a cause but it was odd that<br>the cause was never quite explained, save</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for speeches on freedom and destruction<br>and illusions of happiness when the enemy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">were all dead. Lonely soldier was startled by<br>an enemy as he cleaned his gun. The two</div><div style="margin:10px 0">men glared at one another wondering who<br>would die first. Soldier and enemy came to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a major decision. Each stripped off their clothes<br>and stood naked in front of one another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two naked men. Without their uniforms.<br>Now which of them was the enemy?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chris+G.+Vaillancourt">Chris G. Vaillancourt</a><div class=q>
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