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This is the title poem of the book - you can start to piece them together to get a feel for it


War Cry

We painted our faces,
We cut off our Hair,
We lived like a noble nomad tribe,
We hunted in Packs

We took care of each other
We traveled light
We ate what we could
We called each other Brother

We prayed each day for a new foe
We drilled and we trained
We had our own special War dance
We "yelped" and we "yelled" our War Cry

Each day we asked for a battle
Each night we lay sleeping itching to fight
Each meal was a feast
Each formation a family reunion

My whole life is a mess - except for the success and excess
Thanks to those thousand plus days
I think I may have shattered the rest of my years
Why oh, why, did I every yearn to make a War Cry

We killed and we maimed
We did this for thirty dollars a day
We took life, from the lucky
We left the unlucky to live

Each night I wonder and shake
Fears I had none, Tears I shed less
A grown man near forty
Today I have a new "War Cry"