Oh, say can you see, by the cannon's bright flare, your dead friend's startled look and the tracer light streaming? When the battle was joined, far away 'cross the sea, a stray shot caught him there, from the dark jungle steaming. He will not laugh again, with that soft foolish grin, his life's blood's flowed away on a heartbeat so thin. Oh say, can you still see the bright sparks of his eyes, the reflections of the fire flashing thru the dark skies? JMH 11 Nov. 1996 _________________________________

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