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We may not be brothers, but there we were, fighting side by side, in a never ending war.
The blood we shed, and the tears that fall, will not bring back those missing from the roster when called.
Time will tell, the stories of Heros who stood so tall.
But only you and I will know, how it is to be in a chaotic free fall.
I still feel the hurt when I heard you scream in pain.
How time stood still as bullets whistled our names.
An orchestrated symphony is how I choose to remember those days.
Like Beethoven Overture, except bloody and stained.