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SOME SAID I WILL NOT
In his heart he knew he could not take a life
At least not the life of another young man
Who like him was conscripted by old men
Nor was his disposition such malleable clay
That some drill sergeant could transform him
Into an unfeeling, thoughtless killing machine
Not that he was afraid, it was nothing like that
Just a knowing inside as he made his way north
Thinking this as he crossed the Canadian border.
