Death Song

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I think sometimes about the things I’ll miss:

The taste of caramel,
The smell of grass,
That first warm wind on cold desert mornings,

The way you walk when you know I’m watching.

Joseph Hall

Joseph Hall

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I like long walks through the Afghan mountains and long drives through the Iraqi nights.

I’ve been a medic in the US Army, a police officer, a Border Patrol Agent, an Air Marshal, and an armoured fighter in the SCA.

I’m a man like you, a creator and a father, a student and a teacher, trying to earn the mantle of Warrior-Poet.

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