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Drafted, an abrupt end to a slow, dull life.

“Be a hero, serve our great country, become immortal”

Trained to kill and to be killed,

sent to the mighty peaks.

Summer slowly fading away,

the mountain welcomes the soldiers.

Months passing one after the other,

time flies when you're trying to survive.

Memories emerge

as the landscape glazes coldy at you.

Glazes coldy.

Time flies when you're trying to survive.

Eyes of a mother;

The father’s rare gestures of affection; Her head on your chest.

At night, the wildlife murmurs.

The first life reminisced as an ethereal dream,

the second ever so real, sculpting your bones.

Eyes of a mother;

The father’s rare gestures of affection; Her. She was so young.