Please do not mourn me,
If I fall in a battle field
For my fall is only a sacrifice
To my profession and my cause
Do not even ask for my remains
Or ask where I’m planted, ‘cause
Millions of me have been given to ensure
The survival of our race
Come not to ask me at the end of the war
Of what I saw during the war, ‘because I’ll likely say
I survived.
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