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The (Farewell) Note Vs 1 At the age of nineteen - they sent him off to war, horrors he encountered - were rotten to the core. As you read these scribbled words, written by his ghost, know he did his duty - but this would be - his final note.
He told you he was leaving, you doubted every word You’d been together for so long - in a safe teenager world. ‘I’m gonna join the army’ he announced to everyone. Cut his hair and packed his bags and left at the crack of dawn.
They trained him well - he excelled they said; ‘you’ll be the best!' showed photographs of heroes with medals on their chest. Proclaiming ‘Son we need you’ he asked: ‘what can I do?’ They said ‘You fight for our belief and we’ll take care of you'.
One night he changed – a fiercely fight - became his funeral pyre. Comrades died - he slipped inside - no more his gun for hire! They asked him ‘Son what have you done? Don’t turn your back on me!’ Fight for my cause, for army laws, for truth and dignity'!
They ate him up - spit him out, trained him – but what for? He paid his dues without a doubt - but they demanded more! No heroes’ death – no crowd will cheer - it’s all that he could take! He sat and wrote his farewell note and then he took....... his final break!