War is hell
Garden of Evil
A slim, dead, dainty young man about the age of twenty
Because it's all relative
War is also a mystery and terror
Step out of line hit a mine
Follow the dink you're in the pink
and love
We all learned to love the old man
There were actually tears in the old guy's eyes
and adventure
You're in a place
where you don't belong
and despair
His voice seemed hollow and stuffed up
and longing
and courage
War is fun
War is nasty
War makes you a man
I'm just a boy
Pussies, they'd say
Candy-asses
A pair of solid brass balls
There is no moral
War makes you dead
It's all exactly true
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