Since the dawn of time i have walked the battlefields of mankind.
Death, carnage and grief, these are the "gifts" of which I've been bequeathed.
For both harm inflicted and pain suffered, in every tongue my dying words I've uttered.
I die hard, though not afraid to go, for the other side of death I all to well know.
Thus if i speak as if i have an older soul, it is only because in ten thousand battles I did fall.
From ancient Sumeria to the Roman halls, I have died in every way possible, with mine eyes seen them all.
In the untouched forests of the of the Pacific Northwest, to the sandy beaches of Normandy I've faced my death.
Time immemorial has brought me here, in my latest incarnation, despite my fear.
To kill and to die that is my lot, for the angel of death does continuously plot.
But i am not bitter, resentful, nor apathetic, for it is the call of a soldier to fight and to die, this is nothing prophetic.
So when this body lies broken and battered, my blood flowing unto the grass with my flesh torn and tattered...
Do not cry or weep for my passing, for I will return to this earth to face the next enemy massing.
Until that time I say good bye to you my dear, in my heart you will live forever, and be eternally near.
I gave my life freely so that my comrades shouldn't have to.
My sole crushing regret, I shall never again see you.
Bill~
Death, carnage and grief, these are the "gifts" of which I've been bequeathed.
For both harm inflicted and pain suffered, in every tongue my dying words I've uttered.
I die hard, though not afraid to go, for the other side of death I all to well know.
Thus if i speak as if i have an older soul, it is only because in ten thousand battles I did fall.
From ancient Sumeria to the Roman halls, I have died in every way possible, with mine eyes seen them all.
In the untouched forests of the of the Pacific Northwest, to the sandy beaches of Normandy I've faced my death.
Time immemorial has brought me here, in my latest incarnation, despite my fear.
To kill and to die that is my lot, for the angel of death does continuously plot.
But i am not bitter, resentful, nor apathetic, for it is the call of a soldier to fight and to die, this is nothing prophetic.
So when this body lies broken and battered, my blood flowing unto the grass with my flesh torn and tattered...
Do not cry or weep for my passing, for I will return to this earth to face the next enemy massing.
Until that time I say good bye to you my dear, in my heart you will live forever, and be eternally near.
I gave my life freely so that my comrades shouldn't have to.
My sole crushing regret, I shall never again see you.
Bill~
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