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El Slavador
My cot is not soft,
But the ground is much harder.
I will not complain.
The showers are cold
And the water is not pure,
But it still cleans me.
My razor is dull
And my face burns when I shave.
I'm still a soldier.
MRE's taste bad,
But out there the children starve.
My food is now theirs.
I miss my warm home.
The people here live in shacks.
Thank God for my life.
Out clothes are dusty,
But I know we have done Good.
My smile is real.
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