My feet throb from constant trekking, but still I walk.
My lungs scream from all the shouting, but still I talk.
My legs shake from constant crouching, but still I tarry.
My back aches from heavy equipment, but still I carry.
My ears bleed from constant listening, but still I hear.
My throats sore from breathing foul air, but still I cheer.
My brains tired from constant thinking, but still I plan.
My eyes sting from watching horizons, but still I scan.
My heart breaks with every casualty, but still I obey.
Yet my spirit is high and my soul is free, and so I play.
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