He was a fighter with pen,,
Diary was his war field
Unfinished storie was the villain
Every raid of the scribbled words,
Use to make him writhe in discomfort ,,
The empty pages,scattered ink,
the soldier left behind every thing
He came back this winter
Badges in his chest;face sparkling in glory
Following him came an unfold diary
The wrapped tri-color will narrate the rest of the story
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