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His dying barely made the morning paper

And they summed it up in twenty words or more

Killed in action leaves wife and baby

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He grew up on a little farm

Just a couple of miles out of town

As a boy he worked in his daddy's field

And when his daddy could spare him

He hired out to the neighbors

For whatever they could pay him

He was thought of as just average a good boy

Nothing more the average amount of friends

He married his high school sweetheart

They brought a little plot of ground

Couple of miles out of town on a mailbox it said

Route #1, Box 144

Well, back in town there were very few people

That really knew him because he hardly ever came to town

Except for maybe on Saturdays of course

The usual crew was always there

But he didn't spend a lot of times with the usual crew

He took care of his business

Bought what he had to have or could afford for his family

And went back to his little farm

With a baby on the way he went to the army

And it was just a short while that the news came

That he was killed in action

His body was sent back on a plane and then by train

And then they brought the body from the train station

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He never did great things to be remembered

He'd never been away from home before

But you'd've thought that he was president or something

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