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Test Letter for a Friend of Endorsement

Juli 29, 2016
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A cold and dark spot, Vietnam, In a clash that is chilly and heartless, Harming those, who had no experience. Where around the water, We were sittin‘ ducks, May we last another day? Or go out of luck? Once we moved calmly, Towards the rivers bend, Motion forward, Could this be the finish? I had been a gunner; Behind the I sat of twin 50, Pushing my eyes, Where the adversary was at to view. A maritime spotter, High above in a tree, Got on the radio, I was being warned by him. „Fireplace a thirty-second burst“, “ 9:00 Port side“ And that I shot my thirty-second rush that was, While hearing men that are hurt cry. How can I feel?

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I would ask myself, Must I care who I eliminate? Or put on a shelf? I’m a gentleman that is Religious, Pain is lifesed by feeling, Thinking to myself, „In clash and battles, there’s nothing at all to get. I am living in a crime, That is often difficult to bear, I killed my other man, It’s really a conflict, must I care? Thou shan’t kill, Keeps visiting brain. I do want to grasp my fellow-man, Not be so unkind. „It’s both you or them „, Is what I had been told, I was never told by them, How I would feel once I grew old. We are currently moving further, I must be attentive, Or I too will be dead, Or severely injured.

With god rule, we are fortresses of compassion and calm.

With caution we approach,’Round another bend, Would bombing and the fighting, Begin once again? Having a sigh of reduction, No symptoms of violence, Allows me a chance, My affordable essays confessions are heard by Lord. Easily must die, In this area that is far, Let’s not be broken, Remembrance in disgrace. In prayer I’m eaten, That I did not heed, We were again going faster, Picking up speed, We are under mortar strike; We’re all on the spot! Reducing and swerving, Must depart this room. The vessel behind us, Getting hit pretty bad, When we cleaned the area that is, What I found was not quite glad. The skipper was killed; The vessel was hit, Those commie bastards, Didn’t understand when to give up. Yet again we fled, With this lives that are precious, We were being watched over by God, Performing as our eyes. With pace from those diesels, We got from there, This tension and worry, Was much for some to tolerate.

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Eighteen long weeks, I’m happy to declare, I have been doing this, We never got hit. My life is owed by me, Which of our team, That with God’s aid and defense, We realized how to proceed. Don’t ever forget this, I ask of you, We are happy to become alive, And home it is legitimate! My prayer to these, Who supported in that location, Is don’t feel dishonored, Do not feel shame. Like numerous before us, Our nation was supported by us well, Hold your face up large, We returned from hell. To Any Or All my reputable fallen and remaining comrades. God Bless by Gary W. Halsey Sr.

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