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He was still not a handspan off the ground
When they gave him
the cowboy guns
Shoot if they move, all dead
No need to take prisoners
On top of the bed
The Christ on the cross
Silent witness of grandfather's war
Of war exploits all the comics
Volunteer the first one
Paramilitary deformation Provocation
What a career you have, kid
Try again how good
The uniform feels
In the barracks no one calls him
By his name
How proud the mother and father are
Blood of our blood
Honor roll of American track
In the academy of the pen and the sword
Mud is made for the face
Go ahead to the charge
Two sun and shadows
At six in the morning
Orders with mouth full of drool
As a soldier he knows no fear
Iron discipline
Tomorrow at home, visiting trip
A big day for the whole family
Celebration at the brothel
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