War Veterans Day!

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Postcard for July 1 on the day of war veterans. Happy Holidays.

Eternal memory ...

We were given the honor of being born in uniform,
Fate began with Afgan, Chechnya,
And how many black nights there were,
And the day began with the recount of friends,
And at night and during the day death appeared more than once,
Leaning against my back, laughing mockingly,
I cut the sphere and the armor with a scythe,
Hot blood flows down to the ground.
Listen, this is our verdict,
We are raised this way a great country,
A star fell on a man's shoulder,
It is not given to anyone to tarnish it.
Here BETER irones forest roads,
You know, I'm near! Mines have been laid!
For lacerated wounds, a splinter in the chest,
Only I (death) reward, they are posthumous!
And, how many of you will suffer later,
A nightmare vision, a lost dream,
After all, life there is not different they know me,
The official does not look death in the eye.
Listen, oblique, here is our verdict
We are brought up like this by a great country,
A star fell on a man's shoulder,
No one can tarnish it,
Officer honor is expensive ,
She is above your sentences.

The author of the poem: senior warrant officer of the Marine Corps Yevgeny Strizhalov.