In the war
you have a growing intuition
that your chance survival
on the front
is for a mission.
You ponder what it could be
beyond making a living
out of mischief
or being most comfortable
in the service in peace.
You develop your talent to say
in many a way,
'Such poor odds
should never again hold sway.'
You have a growing intuition
that your chance occurrence
is for a mission
beyond getting what you can
or comfort,
to say in many a way
'Poor odds should not hold sway.'
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