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I saw a little girl in surgery today, She had burns and shrapnel in her, a tray Next to the doctor had twigs and metal Coming from her body, the sight is horrible. Her face was still yet I see her pain As my heart will always have this stain. I could not speak a word other then this: “Why?” I left the room with no fuss. I went back to the base and gave my report, They came to me like I won a sport. At the debriefing I saw the scene. Holes and craters like I’ve never seen. In that picture I saw a girl, Lying on the ground holding her side. Taking a closer look I have a shrill As I saw the little girl, her friends fried. I was told I would never see the war That little girl made me crash to the floor. |