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I look deep into his eyes and the innocence I see is incomparable
He knows no fear, no pain
His joy and laughter is contagious
If only the world could look through his eyes...
Children are losing their innocence
I stand by and watch him leave and as he turns to say goodbye, my tears cause a sudden realization
He suddenly feels fear...the knowledge that this may be the last time he sees home...
And soon blood will be on his hands
So quickly that joy is gone...small victories are when everyone comes back to base
Now he knows fear all too well...the eerie sound a bulltet makes as it blasts by your ear
He knows the pain I felt when he left...the pain he feels folding another flag of a fallen brother
The laughter is gone...
The joy is no more...
And his innocence is lost...