Soldier, Doctor, Ruler
There will come a soldier, hand open and grasp firm.
He will take you within his walls, oh-lei oh-lai oh-lo.
Oh-lei, oh-lai, oh-lei, oh-lo,
He will take you within his walls, oh-lei oh-lai oh-lo.
There will come a doctor, heart trembling and cold.
She will do what she must do, oh-lei oh-lai oh-lo.
Oh-lei, oh-lai, oh-lei, oh-lo,
She will do what she must do, oh-lei oh-lai oh-lo.
There will come a ruler, heartbroken, betrayed and scorned.
He will fall but take his toll, oh-lei oh-lai oh-lo.
Oh-lei, oh-lai, oh-lei, oh-lo,
He will fall but take his toll, oh-lei oh-lai oh-lo.
Oh-lei, oh-lai, oh-lei, oh-lo,
He did fall and took his toll, oh-lei oh-lai oh-lo.
A grave lies within the evergreen redwood forest that flanks the great mountains of Din Talin. What lies within has been left to fade beyond the realm of memory, a fate that much of the surrounding area shares. But a mark remained: a rifle barrel stuck in the ground, and a pair of dog tags hanging from it. The name is still legible, if anyone cared to read it.
Chris Rosemary Lincoln
Din Talin Armed Forces
Captain, 18th Company, 24th Regiment, 52nd Division
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Some days, through the corner of one's eye, a man could be seen sitting on the logs of the old patrol camps. He looked young, with cropped brown hair and signs of a stubble fiercely resisting many, many shaves. He didn't do much, just sat and looked out at the road. If you looked at him properly, he would vanish. A trick of the light, almost.
That was a while ago. He's found peace now.
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