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No Man's Land

April 2004

Sweat merges with the dirt on your forehead
A friend climbs over – another one, dead.
It’s your turn soon, you think in fear
You’re about to get the all-clear
This is it, you’re never coming back
The final moment of your life, you step back
Ready to go now, taking a last breath
Receiving the order, you climb to your death