I've walked miles and miles on a wounded leg leaving footprints of blood everywhere. With every step I take, I wish I could sit for a while and rest, talk to a friend and cry. But as I look around me, all I see are casualties -- no place to rest, no friend to talk to, no time for drama. 
But when all else fails, hope remains... and so I keep going... this is life in the battlefield. 
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