A rifle's volley; like the voice of Thor.
Bullets flying; into flesh they bore.
Blood is mixed with flesh and bone.
A battle field scarred; I'm all alone.
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Next to the Brussels sprouts, I also share very much your disgust for war. Sname on us that this still goes on the 21st century.