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A Young Warrior

The mail is donned for the first time,

A brother feels he's among his kind,

Boots filled, laces strapped,

His father's own, as he sat,

He Pondered once, pondered twice,

Mind filled with stories he's read thrice,

Will he be the next big thing,

someday will it be his story to read?

Into battle, blindly follows,

Faces broken, tears of sorrow,

Journies on, only to find,

No passage of a book can he cite.

It isn't glamour, it isn't grace,

It's bloody hell, one must face,

Yet he doesn't grumble, long he prays,

The young warrior's call, he simply obeys.

Author: CinderZ