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Who Knew...
from a distance late at night
that a firefight and the Fourth of July looked the same...
that the tired men we'd see the next day would have little reason to smile,
....but they always did.
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WHO KNEW....
how important it would be for me to remember them
.…as if I could somehow keep each one alive
by the simple act of knowing they existed.
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