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Sometimes at night I see your face, your eyes staring up at me.

I can smell the exhaust fumes mixed with cordite.

I want to ask you. Did you leave someone behind?

I wonder; did you have children?

Did you have a wife that mourns you to this day?

An empty void that she can never fill.

I have spent my life tucking my daughter into bed

Watching her grew into a beautiful young woman.

You have not had that luxury.

Your beliefs put you on the wrong side.

At night when you visit I toss and turn.

I always awake when I squeeze the trigger.