The call came in the stormy night,
Beneath a stranger's sky.
The soldier of a life-long fight,
Still fighting, went to die.
Dust returns to dust. but her soul goes on marching.
fine thinking, tony
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The call came in the stormy night, Beneath a stranger's sky. The soldier of a life-long fight, Still fighting, went to die. Dust returns to dust. but her soul goes on marching. fine thinking, tony