| Diary of an Unknown Soldier |
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| I remember the Argonne, 1918 |
| The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day |
| Machine gun fire from enemy lines |
| The sickening sound of a bayonet tearing through human flesh |
| The soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation |
| All these sounds still echo in my mind |
| And as conducted by Death himself it all comes together as music |
| A rhythm of death |
| A symphony of war |
