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To My Enemy
I cannot see you through the blinding sand,
I only hear your bullets whine and sing.
The day is ending and the night will bring
Us close together here in this strange land.
Each trained to kill and in each nervous hand
Strong tools of death, with striker, fuse and spring:
If we should meet tonight the steel will ring
And we may die before we understand.
But at the end when all our debts are paid,
Should we live on - being too strong to die;
When men grow weary of a lost crusade
And leave their lifeless cities to the sky -
There may be then some place where you and I
Can meet again - unarmed and unafraid.
"N78508"
