A tattered soldier, gone the glow and gloss,
With wounds half healed, and sorely trembling knee,
Homeward I come, to claim no victory-cross:
I only faced the foe, and did not flee.
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Ah, short but this one has alliteration. I love alliteration and I don't think enough people use it. This poem reminded me of friends who were discharged for medical reasons. I'm glad they were spared the tragedies of war, but it's a shame they are physically harmed for life nonetheless.
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