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ANGUS MACDONALD

Doing my time in Afghanistan
Towing the line
Through this barren land
Knowing in my heart
There must be a reason
So I play my part
In this war torn season
When my unit and I
One cool clear night
Hear a plane in the sky
See a bright flash of light
An errant bomb dropped
From high overhead
Four lives stopped
Comrades now dead
Friendly fire how odd
To give it that name
When I think my god
It kills just the same.