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Nov 2022
The enemy was just like we were.
  Cannon fodder for chess players.
  We killed them as best we could
  burdened monsters praying prayers
  cursing horrible ****** landscape
  skin in hair and mouth and eyes
  I held pieces of my brothers to
  say my insanity war torn goodbyes.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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