If I do get a tattoo of a bird (which is to say, if the VA ever gets me the back pay they owe me, the bastards), this is what it would look like.
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I was neither at the hot gates, Nor fought in the warm rain, Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass, Bitten by flies, fought.
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