Open blisters on healed wounds
Rise again with hints of blood.
Tired legs refuse to move,
A parched throat longs for water.
When strength begins to fade,
Even the veins grow weak.
Helping hands stand within reach,
While silence suffers among feuding souls.
Whatever happened should end here.
Blaming another teaches nothing.
Accept, endure, and move ahead,
Even through the deepest pain.
That is the lesson learned in the army:
Hold the pain, hold back the tears,
And carry the burdens of life
Until the journey is complete.
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