Epilogue.

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Im Traveling through this world of woe,
    "Sir, hear my words, we mustn't march on the Germans."
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger,
    "They are direct orders private."
In that bright land to which I go.
    "Stand down Mercer," he instructed. "Back in line."
I'm going there to see my mother -
    Mercer took a photo from the inside of his helmet, on it was a blonde woman, slightly older than him, wearing a nurse's garb.
I'm going there to see my brother,
He said he'd meet me when I come.





 I'm going there to see my brother,He said he'd meet me when I come

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