You won't see me coming....
They come crowding in around me
those faces of the bold,
and my strength and resolution
are fortified untold.
The spirit that’s within me,
lifts my head in silent pride
recalling days behind me
and the men I’ve marched beside.
Yeah. I doubt you give a fig, JuliaM.
You make a habit of being wrong, don't you?
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