Tuesday, July 28, 2009

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Our bunkers were full, and the enemy lay all around.
Live ammo overhead, as the bombs fell to the ground.
A man threw himself down, on top one live grenade.
Saving men from his unit, and so gladly he paid.
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Daniel J Harding
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Anjali Sinha 21 January 2010

nice poem! ! ! ! the war ended, and when through the rifle the last shot rang out.... a hero was born a true patriot......

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Daniel J Harding

Daniel J Harding

Des moines, Iowa
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