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When a lonely surgeon sat in the trenches. All he saw beneath his feet were bodies soaked in red. As he saw his first sunrise in foreigen lands. He had tears in his eyes. Seeing his enemies laced with hate. Knowing death can never wait.
This poems for the fearless surgeons, doctors and nurses who save countless human lives in the quest and struggle for peace in war.
Written by
Neil Mcpake  50/M/London
(50/M/London)   
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         naΗ§Γ­, Traveler, Immortality and Ben Noah Suri
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